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.
~ ~ ~ I, WHO fade with the lilacs And with the roses fade, Am sharing this hour with them Conferring in the shade. _W.Griffiith
Adorned by their beauty, I again take a turn in the garden collecting the last of this year’s beautiful peonies for the summer porch and dining room table. How lovely are the peonies all dressed up and waiting for the wonderful click of the cameras to capture their beauty for art on canvas. They are the love flower that cheers the heart of the bride’s bouquet with the aroma of sweetness. They are lovely, they are poetic.
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Once in a dream I saw the flowers That bud and bloom in Paradise; More fair they are than waking eyes Have seen in all this world of ours. And faint the perfume-bearing rose, And faint the lily on its stem, And faint the perfect violet Compared with them. _ChristinaRossetti
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This is my latest for the Art on Canvas series for Florals which will be available for prints shortly at the JacyJoyPals.com site.
It’s that time again, the National Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, DC. The blooming trees and flowering plants are forthcoming now that the winter has finally dozed off. How can you not adore these beautiful blossoms? The colors, light and pure awesomeness of them make them a special treat for photographers, flower lovers and, of course, romance.
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“I went down to mingle my breath with the breath of the cherry blossoms. There were photographers: Mothers arranging their children against gnarled old trees; a couple, hugging, asks a passerby to snap them like that, so that their love will always be caught between two friendships: ours & the friendship of the cherry trees. Oh Cherry, why can’t my poems be as beautiful? A young woman in a fur-trimmed coat sets a card table with linens, candles, a picnic basket & wine. A father tips a boy’s wheelchair back so he can gaze up at a branched heaven All around us the blossoms flurry down whispering, Be patient you have an ancient beauty. Be patient,you have an ancient beauty.” _Toi Derricotte ~ ~ ~