For love of the lily flower

The Lily

Night after night
darkness
enters the face
of the lily
which, lightly,
closes its five walls
around itself,
and its purse
of honey,
and its fragrance,
and is content
to stand there
in the garden,
not quite sleeping,
and, maybe,
saying in lily language
some small words
we can’t hear
even when there is no wind
anywhere,
its lips
are so secret,
its tongue
is so hidden –
or, maybe,
it says nothing at all
but just stands there
with the patience
of vegetables
and saints
until the whole earth has turned around
and the silver moon
becomes the golden sun –
as the lily absolutely knew it would,
which is itself, isn’t it,
the perfect prayer?

- Mary Oliver

The Kids are All Right

Angel and Chaos here again to entertain you while our mommies are busy with other things, mainly work and the garden. We don’t know what they do at work, but we do enjoy their gardening as much as they do because we get to spend more time outside. And it’s not just Angel and I, even the puppies are getting in on the action as well.

Here are some great photos of the kids while they play and frolic in the backyard.

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A rose for Rosie

my favorite miniature rose

The last time I saw her was when we celebrated her 90th birthday back in 2010. Now she’s 92.

Our dear Rosie, in spite and despite everything, you are still our matriarch and we love you. Brought our father into this world who in turn gave life to us. In my mind, you will always be the poised, distinguished and strong lady I always remembered you to be. And I hope you’d still be there when I come home to celebrate another birthday with you.