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
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.
Posted by: jeanie | 11 August 2014 at 15:08
I hope all is well.
I love your postings and photographs.
Blessings
Jeanne
Posted by: Jeanne | 11 August 2014 at 10:45
Oh yes, to wake up the storm
when plucking roses. What an
image in my mind.
Posted by: Marilyn | 10 August 2014 at 21:39