Florists – This post is for you!

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There will come a time when the flowers will fall asleep in the snow.  My walks will become more brisk and I will have a warm cloak and scarf to ward off the chill.   The leaves will cushion the walkways even as the earth accepts the coldness.

Florists make our world beautiful all year around.   They help celebrate our births, weddings, anniversaries, Valentine’s days, and deaths.  When we cannot find the words to say, they offer a thought that fills the moment.

A big thank you to those remarkable florists who give us sunshine and warmth all year around.

“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.”
Luther Burbank, 1849-1926 (American botanist, horticulturist and pioneer in agricultural science.)

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A Poet’s Inspiration

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When I think of a poet’s capacity to synthesize complex concepts into a single sentence or a few words, I am curious about where their insight comes from. When you dig into the poet’s background there is always a source of inspiration.

Theodore Roethke (1908-1963) was awarded the 1954 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for The Waking.  Twice, he was the recipient of the National Book Award for Poetry: 1959 for Words for the Wind and posthumously in 1965 for The Far Field.

Theodore Roethke grew up in Saginaw, Michigan.  His Father and Uncle were market-gardeners, who owned a large 25 acre greenhouse.  The use of natural images in Theodore Roethke’s poetry was inspired by the many years that he spent tending the plants. He affirmed the greenhouse “is my symbol for the whole of life, a womb, a heaven-on-earth.”   His ability to convey profound emotions was rooted in the tragic deaths of those he loved. In 1923, when he was only 15, his father died from cancer and his uncle, from suicide.

“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.”
Theodore Roethke

The Rain Song

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“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” Langston Hughes

A rainy day, a quiet garden – listen and you will hear the Rain Song.   The singing was unmistakable as I took a chance detour into a garden situated next to a busy shopping area.   I was alone without an umbrella!   Who cares about few drops (well, actually, it was more than a few) of rain, when you are listening to music…the Rain Song.

 

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