Bouquets

“I have always thought my flowers had souls.”
~ Myrtle Reed

Daffodils

I wanted to write about daffodils in the middle of cold
winter nights. My thoughts move to the flower’s symbol
of rebirth and new beginnings. It is also one of the first
perennials to bloom after winter, sometimes through a layer
of snow. It’s Latin name is Narcissus.
I wanted to write about the yellow color it is,
bright as the sun on a clear summer day.
It’s middle trumpet appendage calls to the other flowers,
rise as Spring is almost here.
I still smell my bouquet ignoring the pungent odor as there
is type of clean in there which I can’t ignore. I wanted to write about daffodils.

Carmen Mondragon

Carmen Mondragon, 1893~1978
Nahui Olin
born in Mexico City
a painter, poet, and artist’s model

~Insatiable Thrist~
My spirit and my body are always mad with thrist
for these new worlds
that I go on creating without end,
and of the things
and of the elements,
and of the beings,
who have ever new phases
under the influence
of my spirit and my body which are always mad with thrist;
unquenchable thirst of creative restlessness …

A watercolor painting for the ~Ode To Women Project~, at Olga Furman Art

Bouquets

“Surely the flowers of a hundred springs are simply the
souls of beautiful things!”
~L.M. Montgomery, The Watchman and Other Poems

The Work Table

Winter days and nights are long and Spring usually comes late to Upstate, New York. I try to fill the days with projects until once again I can return to the garden. I am taken with these Tilda dolls. This particular doll represents the ‘Kitschy’ type decorating, which I love. This is a free pattern over at the Tilda site.