So little time, so many flowers

 Why do I love little flowers so much? And pink! I love pink flowers. Not red, not blue, not orange... PINK! 

Summer feels like it is slipping away. Or at least the opportunity to take flower photos, they come and go and I have hardly said hello to them.

Working 7 days a week right now.  At least during the summer. But today, I took a moment to say hello!

 

The Language of Flowers

Oh, to have this on my shelf ... The Language of Flowers. 

Discovering

A very busy weekend. I am hoping to get my schedule down soon so I can figure out what days/hours/minutes I have to clean, or organize or just iron some clothes. 

In the meantime. Sometimes I discover blogs or sites that just send me into a wonderful mental space. I found this post about Cottonwood from Wild Olive Branch: 

"A Moment of Hope 

Hope drifted gently on the wind on a sunny Anchorage summer day recently. Hope in this case was encapsulated in millions of cottony seeds filling the air and sky from thousands of cottonwood trees. I sat suddenly awed by the meaning embedded in that commonplace annual event. The tiny seeds of the cottonwood are surrounded by feathery material. They almost float. With a little dry warmth that breaks open their natal seed pod they burst into the wind carrying the hopes of the cottonwood tribe." 


And this wonderful, visually beautiful blog called Still. With wonderful imagery. Like this entry:

"familiar expat 

one of the benefits of STILL blog has been a growing awareness of my everyday environment. there are certain subjects like cattails and milkweed that have always been been favorites. but as a result of looking around me more carefully, a few new favorites have climbed quietly up near the top of my list, including cottonwood trees, willow, and, maybe least likely of all, mullein, a naturalized immigrant from Europe.
mullein rosette in late may rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota" 

"useful decoration 

these linden blossoms caught my attention as i pulled into to the bank today.  the yellow-green ribbons looked like party decorations. i learned that they are called bract, and they are there to launch the ripened seed-clusters just a little beyond the parent tree.
linden leaves and blossoms
saint paul, minnesota"

I wish I could describe with such emotion the way my flowers make me see the world! I know watching flowesr grow and giving everyone so much pleasure, then see them in the process of dying, making seeds, dispersing seeds, then renewal ... always make me hopeful.

And for my last note. Tonight, I saw a bunch of crows chasing an eagle from the neighborhood. The eagle scooped down so low to the ground, I thought I could touch him. Brave crows. And what do you think that big, fierce eagle is thinking? With that, goodnight!

Flowers keep me sane

Grabbing the shot at dusk

I realize I have not taken many flower photos in case I want to make a calendar this fall. The peonies, almost gone ;(. I haven't been on Flickr in awhile, and I have to say, I do not like their new interface. 

 

 

Ivy's lookout

This started out as a small hole in the screen in Matt's room and now has become Ivy's lookout! This cat is so smart, too smart and totally in love with my son. Follows him wherever he goes, jumps up on anything that will get him closer to Matt's face and really wants to travel on Matt's shoulders, where he occasionally jumps to be closer to Matt. Hysterical. (We live in a zoo).

BTW, the honeysuckle is going nuts.