Popping Out All Over Beauty

Spring is showing its glory early this year with blooming lilacs, flowering fruit trees and color popping out all over.  We are seeing such beauty in the Promise Gardens and as we prepare for the garden show we look forward to a larger and more beautiful show for 2017. We anticipate a majestic display when flowers and peonies showoff their colors and beauty in late April and early May.  It is one of our favorite times of the year for capturing nature which it turn makes beautiful art for our “Art on Canvas” Collection.  Get those cameras ready for a spectacular display of this Spring’s blooming season.

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SPRING.
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap, put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

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Autumn Wind is Calling

How beautiful you are from the rains dear September and soon your beauty will fall into glorious colors of Autumn and we will capture you again!  As we leave our dear friends of nature at Biltmore Estate, we will return again soon to see your colors of Autumn and skies of the blues.  Until then, we capture you once more…

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September._

My song is half a sigh
Because my green leaves die;
Sweet are my fruits, but all my leaves are dying;
And well may Autumn sigh,
And well may I
Who watch the sere leaves flying.

My leaves that fade and fall,
I note you one and all;
I call you, and the Autumn wind is calling,
Lamenting for your fall,
And for the pall
You spread on earth in falling.

And here’s a song of flowers to suit such hours:
A song of the last lilies, the last flowers,
Amid my withering bowers.

In the sunny garden bed
Lilies look so pale,
Lilies droop the head
In the shady grassy vale;
If all alike they pine
In shade and in shine,
If everywhere they grieve,
Where will lilies live?

[October enters briskly, some leafy twigs bearing different
sorts of nuts in one hand, and a long ripe hop-bine trailing
after him from the other. A dahlia is stuck in his
buttonhole.]
_Christina Rossetti

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Sweet Petals Pink

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“Here’s a thorny rose: will you wear it an hour,
Till the petals drop apart still fresh and pink and sweet?
Till the petals drop from the drooping perished flower,
And only the graceless thorns are left of it.”

“Nay, I have another rose sprung in another garden,
Another rose which sweetens all the world for me.
Be you a tenderer mistress and be you a warier warden
Of your rose, as sweet as mine, and full as fair to see.”

“Nay, a bud once plucked there is no reviving,
Nor is it worth your wearing now, nor worth indeed my own;
The dead to the dead, and the living to the living.
It’s time I go within, for it’s time now you were gone.”
(Christina G. Rossetti)
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