Birds fly over a canal in Amsterdam.
A lantern and red geraniums.
A profusion of lavender, hydrangea and other flowers on the front steps of canal houses.
Flowers and ivy cascading from window boxes.
Pots of yellow flowers brighten a house's facade.
Window boxes of pansies and petunias grace construction scaffolding.
Gerbera daisies and tulips.
Mary Oliver's poem "When the Roses Speak, I Pay Attention"
As long as we are able
to be extravagant we will be
hugely and damply
extravagant. Then we will drop
foil by foil to the ground. This
is our unalterable task and
we do it joyfully.
And they went on, "Listen,
the heart-shackles are not, as you think,
death, illness, pain,
unrequited hope, not loneliness, but
lassitude, rue, vainglory, fear, anxiety,
Their fragrance all the while rising
from their blind bodies, making me
spin with joy.