flowers – Page 3 – A Shared Space

I gave you a garden …

I’ve always had roses in my garden. In my old house, I had a hedge of 14 iceberg roses and when they shed the petals, it was snow in summer. I loved them.

Dr T has a green thumb. He loves native flora. I regret not sharing his interest when we were married. He created and kept a beautiful garden. Never a blade of grass out of place. I remember a particular argument with me (unfairly) accusing him of never doing anything for me. He calmly responded, he gave me a garden. I was so young then to truly appreciate the sentiment. I do, now.

Dr T and I had made a deal we would plant a rose bush in the garden on the anniversary of our wedding each year. The first one was Sweetheart and the last, Peace. Sums up our long relationship and where we are now! I really wanted to bring the Sweetheart rose bush with me when I moved but was reluctant in case it died. My former home is around the corner from where I now live, so I see the roses every day.

I’m not a roses girl, but if you gave me tulips … especially white tulips … well, that’s another story. I much prefer roses in the garden. The only person who cuts and takes my roses indoors, is my neighbour who has my permission to enjoy them when I’m not home.

The last few days have been gruelling of driving long distances in very poor weather. This morning I rose at 6:30am. It was dark and cold in the chalet in the Wheatbelt, … minus 1 degree C I’m told. I lay in bed for another half an hour trying to warm before the dash to the kitchen for coffee. While in bed the freight train rolled past. I felt the rumble through the floor. A delicious feeling of vibration that travelled up my spine. I enjoyed the moment thinking I’ll be home for the night. I felt a pang of wanting to be home and where the roses are.

I left work early and arrived home just before dusk to find my front garden is awash with roses. Probably the last of them before winter pruning.

Enjoy with me!

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Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Friday : Rose

The rain speaks in tears …

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Xanthorrhoea, aka grass tree, Narrogin, Western Australia, takes twenty years to bloom, resistant to fire and droughts, it can live for hundreds of years.

Prettier tear drops,
you’ll not see
than the ones, left by me.

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In response to RDP – Tuesday: Droplet

Not all clouds have a silver lining …

In my garden, Perth, Western Australia

Tinted pink.

Have a great weekend!

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In response to FOTD Challenge

Home is, where the roses are

I have two and a half days at home before I leave again. It is such a luxury that I woke this morning like it was Christmas and didn’t know which present to open first. I gathered my thoughts and made a list that included some down time. I’ve had a great day and feel rested.

On returning home from lunch it was like I saw my front garden for the first time. My footsteps veered away from the front door and to the flowers. The delicate roses survived the fiercest storm and that in itself, is a teaching moment.
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Some bloomed off course. Something familiar, to me!
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And others, so beautiful, even the bee stepped outside for perspective.

My focus today was one directional. I set a task for myself to practice self-care and rest. I achieved this without a twinge of guilt. And, that’s how a day of rest should be.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Friday : Directional

The Moonflower

In that garden
there were no walls
just a fence line
that yielded to the embrace
of the bower
and where the moonflower bloomed
at the midnight hour.

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In résponse to RDP – Tuesday : Line

Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge : Fringe Lily

Lesueur National Park, Western Australia

In response to FOTD: Common Fringe Lily

Come fly with me …

It’s late as I write
I should be in bed
tomorrow I fly again
this time, north
where the dust is red
and pink frangipani bloom
outside the door
I won’t be alone
you’ll be with me
watching the silent heron
as it catwalks through mudflats
and as always, waterside
waiting
for sunrise and sunset
then, I’ll be home soon,
too soon,
with stars for eyes
waiting
for the ascent, again.

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Blood tears

Sturt Desert Pea, Pilbara (mining) region, Western Australia

Red rimmed
eye to eye, we bloom
in ravaged earth
that bleeds in
boom or bust.

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In response to Pix and A Word Challenge: Red #187

The Brown Honeyeater

He emerged
from the underground
with limbs brown as toast
as warm, too
and a tweet so sweet
to dine alone
yet, together
head deep in flower.

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Cee’s Flower of the day challenge – 27 April, 2019 – Wild Orchid

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Western Australia is renowned for its wild flowers, with many species not found elsewhere. Among the thousands of species of wildflowers there are several hundred species of orchids. Often found growing among leaf debris in the bush, the wild orchid is a thing of beauty.

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In response to Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD – Challenge

Perfection

Banksia flower, my idea of perfection.

In response to Nancy Merrill’s A photo-a-week-challenge-beauty

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Flower of the Day Challenge : 24 April 2019 – Rose

In response to Cee’s FOTD Challenge – 24 April 2019

My first contribution!

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	dawnbirdau on Just enough …
	dawnbirdau on Just enough …
	Eliza Waters on Just enough …
	Paula Light on Just enough …
	Reflections of an Un… on It’s time …