Showing posts with label Roses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roses. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Springtime Travels to the First Day of Summer


Happy 1st Day of Summer,
my friends!

Honestly, it doesn't really feel like summer, yet, on the island, as it's been very windy and cooler than usual for this time of year, but I don't mind at all since, the older I get, the less tolerance I have for heat, (both the meteorological and the menopausal types!)

 

Blue skies, cool breezes and late spring temps, suit me just fine, especially when I'm out on my daily walks, and sometimes


I need to exert myself, pushing my body weight up those steep country roads to capture the pretties perched on those pointy peaks!


Many times, I am greeted by lovely folks who, having just witnessed my feverish climb to the floral finish line, suddenly sprint up from their seats to offer me a cool refreshment and something sweet - a hospitable gesture for taking such a keen interest in their village, and one greatly appreciated by the recipient of their generous reward!

 


Other times, I prefer scouting my surroundings during
siesta, since it's quiet and I'm basically the only one around,
the area absent of concerned grandmas gazing at me,



(as I risk my life trying to snap grapes from a rooftop), 
and thus, having distracted them from their crochet!



That's about the time I make my way downhill, to safer surfaces, much like the serene scene in the video above, where amid a meadow of Queen Anne's Lace, I lounged and lingered in loveliness, as I joined the dainty dwellers in their midday danceto the rhythm of the breezy, late spring beat.



Thank you all for your continued prayers, which are very

much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed my springtime
adventures on this first day of summer! What does the 
season look like and feel like in your neck of the woods?


Thanks for visiting!
xoxo
Poppy

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Monday, October 21, 2013

Raindrop Roses


Roses on my table,
floating in a puddle of dew,
petals layered next to savouries,
and a bittersweet, Greek brew.


 Posing on my dresser,
 claiming centre stage,
  they're luscious leading ladies
among gentlemen jars of sage.


They sparkle in the sunlight,
eclipsed only by a gingham shade,
 basking smugly in the fleeting limelight,
until their striking beauty fades.


Too much sun for a starlet,
can the process of aging start,
 wilting her vibrant spirit,
and breaking her tender heart.


Left with traces of her brilliance,
(when youth beamed on her face,
 allowing her to upstage those
 tattered, and time embraced),
 she, now uprooted, muted and diluted,
was replaced by fresh cut hopefuls
in a curvy, half-full vase.


 Sadly, 
when scarlet petals 
snap from brittle stems,
then tumble to the ground
 like drizzling rain,
  tiny, blood red teardrops,
stain their souls 
with endless pain.

 Thanks for visiting!