Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Well it is about a haunted garden
but not actually a haunted garden.
The imagery in the poem is lovely. Thanks to The Gallows blog for letting me re post this. The blog features all sorts of creepy poem posts, one of my favorites.
HAUNTED
by Louis Untermeyer
Between the moss and stone
The lonely lilies rise;
Wasted and overgrown
The tangled garden lies.
Weeds climb about the stoop
And clutch the crumbling walls;
The drowsy grasses droop—
The night wind falls.
The place is like a wood;
No sign is there to tell
Where rose and iris stood
That once she loved so well.
Where phlox and asters grew,
A leafless thornbush stands,
And shrubs that never knew
Her tender hands....
Over the broken fence
The moonbeams trail their shrouds;
Their tattered cerements
Cling to the gauzy clouds,
In ribbons frayed and thin—
And startled by the light
Silence shrinks deeper in
The depths of night.
Useless lie spades and rakes;
Rust's on the garden-tools.
Yet, where the moonlight makes
Nebulous silver pools
A ghostly shape is cast—
Something unseen has stirred....
Was it a breeze that passed?
Was it a bird?
Dead roses lift their heads
Out of a grassy tomb;
From ruined pansy-beds
A thousand pansies bloom.
The gate is opened wide—
The garden that has been
Now blossoms like a bride....
Who entered in?
The imagery in the poem is lovely. Thanks to The Gallows blog for letting me re post this. The blog features all sorts of creepy poem posts, one of my favorites.
HAUNTED
by Louis Untermeyer
Between the moss and stone
The lonely lilies rise;
Wasted and overgrown
The tangled garden lies.
Weeds climb about the stoop
And clutch the crumbling walls;
The drowsy grasses droop—
The night wind falls.
The place is like a wood;
No sign is there to tell
Where rose and iris stood
That once she loved so well.
Where phlox and asters grew,
A leafless thornbush stands,
And shrubs that never knew
Her tender hands....
Over the broken fence
The moonbeams trail their shrouds;
Their tattered cerements
Cling to the gauzy clouds,
In ribbons frayed and thin—
And startled by the light
Silence shrinks deeper in
The depths of night.
Useless lie spades and rakes;
Rust's on the garden-tools.
Yet, where the moonlight makes
Nebulous silver pools
A ghostly shape is cast—
Something unseen has stirred....
Was it a breeze that passed?
Was it a bird?
Dead roses lift their heads
Out of a grassy tomb;
From ruined pansy-beds
A thousand pansies bloom.
The gate is opened wide—
The garden that has been
Now blossoms like a bride....
Who entered in?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Roses in the graveyard
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Friday, October 1, 2010
Happy October!
I thought this was slightly humorous. From Monster Jokes and Riddles by Norman Bridwell 1972 scholastic. Have a Monstrously wicked October everyone! If you can't read it click the image to enlarge.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sassy Sassafras
If you were a tree what kind of tree would you be?
I'd be a Sassafras. The Sassafras is an aromatic delight to the senses! The leaves, roots and branches have a wonderful and sweet aroma when crushed. The roots were once used as the original source of root beer. The leaves come in three shapes: footballs, mittens and ghosts. Everything about this tree screams Fall! It's a little early for leaves here to be changing but they are!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Spider Lilies
Spider Lilies
The spider lilies (Lycoris radiata ) are blooming again.
Also known as hurricane lily—it blooms during hurricane season—Lycoris radiata
stands, like a resting flamingo, on a long, bare stem. Ours are just
gorgeous this year and we have hundreds of bulbs, I think its time to split some
of them up and replant them! Hope you enjoy the video!
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