just as green and as white
“Today is very beautiful — just as bright, just as blue, just as green and as white, and as crimson, as the cherry trees full in bloom, and the half opening peach blossoms, and the grass just waving, and sky and hill and cloud, can make it, if they try…” Emily Dickinson
When my Rosemary visits our daughter Alexandra in Lillooet, BC (twice to my chagrin this month) she gives me marching orders to keep me in alert shape. One of these was to go to Phoenix Perennials in Richmond (to use that gardener term, “they have choice plants there”.
She told me to get that green Echinacea. I went to Phoenix and asked for the plant. I was given a plant and told that it was the only green one they had. And of course I did not get the plant Rosemary wanted which was Echinacea purpurea ‘Green Twister’.
Echinacea purpurea ‘Green Jewel’ is in bloom today and I have to give my objective opinion that it is no slouch. You can compare from the two scans you see here.
I did not want to just scan the Echinacea (called cornflowers) which sometimes is the equivalent of taking macro photographs with a digital camera. My idea of boredom would be to sit in a darkened salon and have 100 projections of roses, one after the other.
It is a hot day today. My Rosemary is dozing off and settling down from our drive from Pemberton yesterday and having to deal with our poor Niño wearing his cone. Both are exhausted. I walk into the garden and the easiest and quickest way to enjoy this Saturday is to snip and scan the beauty of our garden.
More Emily Dickinson
It’s full as opera
I cannot dance upon my Toes
a door just opened on the street
Amber slips away
Sleep
When August burning low
Pink Small and punctual
A slash of blue
I cannot dance upon my toes
Ah little rose
For hold them, blue to blue
The colour of the grave is green
To know if any human eyes were near
Linda Melsted — the music of the violin does not emerge alone
The Charm invests her face
A sepal, a petal and a thorn
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
T were blessed to have seen
There is no frigate like a book
I pay in satin cash
Emily Dickinson’s White Dress & a Hunter of Lost Souls
El vestido blanco — The White Dress
Water makes many beds
The viola da gamba
But sequence ravelled out of reach
A parasol is the umbrella’s daughter
Without the power to die
Lessons on the piny
Ample make this bed
How happy is the little stone
Sleep is supposed to be
The shutting of the eye
I dwell in possibility
when Sappho was a living girl
In a library
A light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
I took my power in my hand
I find my feet have further goals
I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
Red Blaze
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone!
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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