Our gardens, poems, and the gardens of others

 

I think gardens and poems fit naturally together. Above is a bouquet from my garden.

Here is a quote I agree with: "I'd rather have roses in my garden than diamonds on my neck." Emma Goldman 1869-1940

"Bless the gardener who believes great things grow from small beginnings

appreciates sunshine and rain and the rhythm of the seasons

plows through troubles willing to get hands and knees dirty

remains grounded but keeps an eye on the sky

plants extra for birds to eat their fill

and never leaves us hungry." Mary Kolada Scott

Remember that you don't have to have a garden to enjoy flowers. I enjoy seeing my neighbors' flowers and shrubs change with the seasons and the years and I get gardening ideas when I visit gardens via your blogs.

Sweet Banquets

"You don't have to own 

your neighbor's garden

to enjoy its flowers 

and even the eyes of strangers

may feast upon the sweet banquets

of someone else's work." Hilda Lachney Sanderson

"My Garden" poem by T.E. Brown

My Garden
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Fern'd grot -
The veriest school
of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not -
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
'Tis very sure God walks in mine."

Written by Thomas Edward Brown. 1830-1897. Victorian scholar, teacher, poet, and theologian, from the Isle of Man.
For my dear blog friends with different beliefs, please don't mind this poem, I wanted to share this because it is beautiful. Some poets from Victorian times have a mystical way with words.
The flowers are Canterbury bells and nasturtiums in my garden.

Emily Dickinson's Birthday Dec. 10

I know, I know, today is not Dec. 10 but on that day I will post about being interviewed about my writing life, by a blogger in the UK, so I am moving up this celebration of Emily Dickinson. I am sure Emily won't mind. 


On December 10, we celebrate the birthday of Emily Dickinson, and here is one of her charming poems. Ms. Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 and lived until May 15, 1886.
Born so long ago yet she seems like a fresh, kindred spirit, as revealed in her writing.
Here is one of her poems I have long admired.

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.


I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

Another short quote from her that I like is "To see the summer sky is poetry, though never in a book it lie - true poems flee.
And a quote of hers that I love as I age:
We turn not older with years,
But newer every day.

Happy birthday early, Emily Dickinson.

Dreams of pumpkins

field of pumpkins
Originally uploaded by rasdourian
Dreams of Pumpkins
A field of pumpkins warmly glows
With cheerful orange tones
Not just round but many shapes
All ready to come home with us.
Eager hands pick a little one
or a gigantic orb
To set on porch or table
Leading us to Halloween,
Then Thanksgiving ,
and on to the Holy Holiday.
                    Poem by Terra Hangen, that's me