I do love smooching flowers. Sometimes I give them a small pat because they are kind of irresistible. Like babies who all smell very good most of the time...
Weston Parker: The complexity of the petal, pistil, stamen, anther, filament, ovary and ovule, style, stigma, in all the colors, textures, marvelous shapes, scents -- these are the real miracles of everyday life.
Even common weeds have beautiful, wondrous blooms that one can cut off, hold close, and marvel at.
That is most definitely what it felt like to me, a long song. Flowers always lift me up. Laurie really is sharp with her photos. I asked her if she ever took a picture of me smelling a flower and she sent me all those and even more. What a life.
Are these all roses near your home? This is a wonderful poem. I love smelling flowers. I'm always a bit disappointed when the roses don't smell; there's something special about that heady scent.
These roses were in France, in the town of L'Isle sur la Sorgue, 15 miles east of Avignon. We spent a month there, April 6th to May 6th, in an apartment and went biking around the area. It was divine. Here is a typical post from that town from last year's stay. https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/rose-of-all-roses
and this one will definitely enjoy the Sunday market scene
Lovely, the poem just oozes with love and beauty!
Thanks Stan.
This
What a lovely thought to be compared to a rose. Each family is a unique bouquet! Happy Father’s Day to you and your special bouquet of roses.
Thank you Carol. I think of my wonderful Father today and all the gifts he passed down to his five sons.
Weston Parker: The complexity of the petal, pistil, stamen, anther, filament, ovary and ovule, style, stigma, in all the colors, textures, marvelous shapes, scents -- these are the real miracles of everyday life.
Even common weeds have beautiful, wondrous blooms that one can cut off, hold close, and marvel at.
Thank you so much for sharing.
They truly are the miracles of everyday life. If you throw in birds, insect and sunsets things get crazy. Thanks for reading
This is so unabashedly full of love that it’s a love song. As are Laurie’s beautiful photographs. beauty.
That is most definitely what it felt like to me, a long song. Flowers always lift me up. Laurie really is sharp with her photos. I asked her if she ever took a picture of me smelling a flower and she sent me all those and even more. What a life.
So wonderful
Thanks Wes! I thought I was the only one who kissed flowers! Thanks for helping me not feel like a weirdo.
Well Stephen, it might be that there are two weirdos but it's good to have company.
That’s how I feel about peonies!
I am pretty much an equal opportunity sniffer. My brother the scientist told me that peonies have a cool relationship with ants.
They do! 🌹
Are these all roses near your home? This is a wonderful poem. I love smelling flowers. I'm always a bit disappointed when the roses don't smell; there's something special about that heady scent.
These roses were in France, in the town of L'Isle sur la Sorgue, 15 miles east of Avignon. We spent a month there, April 6th to May 6th, in an apartment and went biking around the area. It was divine. Here is a typical post from that town from last year's stay. https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/rose-of-all-roses
and this one will definitely enjoy the Sunday market scene
https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/a-sunday-market-in-spring