A lull in the storm...

A late-blooming hortensia (hydrangea) from our garden in a Porcelain de Paris tea cup, circa 1830.

 

"...It is your destiny to move your pen,

to wake up storms, to run through the heart of storms,

to lay bare a monument like a nest in a thicket.

Though all you wanted was to pluck a few roses." - Czeslaw Milosz, Warsaw, 1942

Comments

[jeanie]

Oh, Tara. This is such an incredible image and it so fits into so many of our lives in so many different ways. More than once I have experienced what this poem evokes. When I look at the date of publication, it brings another story in history to mind. Sending joy and roses your way.

[Jeanne]

I hope all is well.
I love your postings and photographs.
Blessings

Jeanne

[Marilyn]

Oh yes, to wake up the storm
when plucking roses. What an
image in my mind.