The Perfumed Land of Lilacs

These beautiful trees are abundant in flowers and aroma and fill the house and gardens with luscious blooms and fragrant aroma.  I am in awe of them as they brighten my Morning Room and smile as I now have eight lilac trees from the mother trees and soon will have a grove of them in my “Perfumed Land of Lilacs.”  Stunning describes them best when brought indoors to photograph and enjoy.

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I, WHO fade with the lilacs
And with the roses fade,
Am sharing this hour with them
Conferring in the shade.
_W.Griffiith

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Salt of Waves and Scent of Roses

What delights the senses in summer more than the color, aroma and beauty of nature at the seashore and in the home? Roses, sea breezes and the pastels of summer soothe the eye and captivate the heart. Couple that with poetry, summer perfection! Take it in while it lasts…

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“BLUE and gold, and mist and sunlight,
Veils of colour blent and blown
In melodic monotone.
Dark and bright, and white and dun light
Clash and flash, as into one light
Trembling thro’ an opal stone,
Over green robes of the mountain
And the blue skirts of the sea,
Spreading from a sacred fountain
Hymeneal harmony.

Drums and trumpets of the ocean,
Oboe spirits of the wind,
Violins of forest kind,
Flutes that breathe the trees’ devotion,
Blending, hymn the joyous motion
Of the universal mind,
When, with chariot cavorting,
And a storm of symphonies,
Horses snorting, banners sporting,
Ocean Seas wed Harbour Seas.

Salt of waves, and scent of roses,
Seaweed strown along the sand,
Blossoms blown from high head-land,
As the Ocean-Lord reposes
Where the Harbour dreams and dozes,
Sultan and Sultana bland,
Rocky shrubs, earth, fragrant grasses
Spiced with sand and sea and sun,
As the gay procession passes,
Know that all things are but one.

At the sun a wave laughs, leaping
Thro’ intoxicating air
Like a child with tossing hair.
But a sea-gull, vigil keeping
Flutters, musically sweeping,
Delicate and debonair,
Where the wave leaps, lightly wheeling,
Like a flash of amethyst
Clasps the wave, then leaves her, stealing
Kisses by the sunshine kissed.

Bird that brilliant pinion flies on
Thro’ the azure atmosphere
Pipes a duet, sweet and clear,
With the wind the sunlight lies on;
Sea weds Sky on dim horizon,
And the distant joins the near.
Wave and cloud, and fish and swallow,
Swaying tree and flying bird
Music maddened, flee and follow
Till pale mortals, too, are stirred.

Over all things Love stands warder.
Cloud seeks wave, while close behind
Cloud is followed by the wind.
Dionysean disorder
Laughs, and leaps o’er bar and border,
Breaks the shackles of the mind;
And in wine-enchanted weather
Culls, that life and joy be one,
Grapes to mix all things together
From the Garden of the Sun.

Nature takes delight in shedding
Love that joins with benison
All the elements in one;
And to-day the feast is spreading
Till her creatures all are wedding,
And of sorrow there is none…
So the Summer Day rehearses
Bridal lyrics mad to sing
As a viol or a verse is,
Of the joy of everything.”

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Caprice from “A Summer’s Day, Sydney Harbour”
By Louis Esson

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The Romance of Peonies

Peonies, one of the beloved flowers of all time and why they are so popular for weddings, bridal bouquets and in floral art. Their soft petal beauty and delicious aroma take our breath away so much so that they were chosen for our latest floral prints for an interior design project. They make incredible art, especially on canvas and for large feature pieces in the design. Blessed with our Promise Gardens and over 25 varieties of peonies, we frolic in them with camera gear relishing every romantic moment of photographing them.

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They invoke poetic verse . . .

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WHEN I looked into your eyes,
I saw a garden
With peonies, and tinkling pagodas,
And round-arched bridges
Over still lakes.
A woman sat beside the water
In a rain-blue, silken garment.
She reached through the water
To pluck the crimson peonies
Beneath the surface,
But as she grasped the stems,
They jarred and broke into white-green ripples,
And as she drew out her hand,
The water-drops dripping from it
Stained her rain-blue dress like tears.
_Amy Lowell “Reflections”

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