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Thursday, December 03, 2009


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Suvir - thank you for sharing the poetry in your soul with this post. I've never been a fan of mums, either, but your photos remind me that mums in the US have been treated like tomatoes - bred to withstand cross country shipping and bad handling, and in the process, they no longer resemble their ancestors.



I often wonder what if anything resembles their ancestor in the US.

How sad that everything has to be perfected beyond measure and necessity, and in the end, we end up getting perfection without any substance.

You will be amazed by the mums here. And of course they have a very special place in my heart. I was thrilled a few years ago, to see that mom had continued to enjoy the garden, and now, she is not hiding behind anyone. Change of guard if you will.

Enjoy these mums, at least the photos, and lets do something, whatever we can, to bring some beautiful mums, the ancestors of those ugly things we see, to our gardens and lives.


My grandmother was an avid flower gardener, so I pay tribute to her when I am in a garden. It is more spiritual there than any church, if you ask me.
A perennial flower garden is such a metaphor for the circle of life and the hope that spring brings.
Old friends return; some are gone forever without knowing why; the freshness of youth; the withering of old age; death - sometimes premature - which reminds us to make the most of each day - all these life lessons and more are in the garden.
Thank you for your beautiful photos of mums and for making me think of my grandmother today. Now if someone could make me appreciate zinnias, that would be something!!


PS - I am particularly impressed with the robust Gerbera daisies in your photos. Alas, I have never been able to figure out what makes them happy. Kudos to your Mom!


And let's not forget Wordsworth's daffodils, and the inspiration that Georgia O'Keefe found in flowers...


Love the picture of flowers on your blog. There is nothing better than a fresh flower when you want to admire beauty. Sometimes with a little creativity, such a flower can become even more stunning with the hand of an artisan.


Flowers - I agree with your sentiment about the power and the beauty of fresh flowers.

And yes, an artisan with talented, can make their beauty shine even more so.



It is one of my all time favorite poems. Everytime I make Lemon Rice (Page 92 of Indian Home Cooking), I think of this poem, and also the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, where they have WONDERFUL daffodils.

"Daffodils" (1804)

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

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