“The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (1922), Part One, XXI
Unruly Giggler (in My Imaginary Garden)
Fleabane is a favorite of mine. I admire the adaptability of this plant (or weed as many would refer to it), which manages to grow in the most unwelcoming of places. The clusters of flowers are so cheerful and expressive. They always call to mind wild-haired children tumbling over each other with laughter.
Fleabane
These sweet flowers (fleabane, I think) seem like weeds, they thrive so effortlessly, springing up unexpectedly out of piles of rocks and cracks in people’s sidewalks . I was quite taken with this little gang. They were soaked from the rain but still wore their cheerful gaze on what was a very gray afternoon.
I am behind on my visits, but I’ll catch up soon! Thank you for your patience, and a big thank you, too, to all those who have stopped in recently for a visit here. I am so grateful for your time and feedback.
Lemony Shots 