These are oldie pics from a few years ago. I miss the arboretum this time of year. I'm sure the flowers are blooming like crazy, but they have no visitors to enjoy them.
I'm not doing A to Z, but I did not prep a Monday post, and so I'll just throw in a K for Kindness.
Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than necessary?
J. M. Barrie
(On Good Friday, at the Dallas Arboretum, I heard those words from a mother pushing a stroller. Obviously the little boy had asked the lion question thinking of past trips to a zoo. My friend and I chuckled - we reviewed our flowery stroll and indeed had been safe from wild animals. )
First day of spring and it's flash flood time. Let's harken back to Sunday at the arboretum - cloudy, breezy, and festive. Discovered this little nook, tucked off the DeGolyer home entrance. Quite cozy.
You're worried about how you're going to feel at the end of your life? What about right now? Live. Right this minute. That's where the joy's at - Abigail Thomas, writer.
learn flower names bask in bountiful purple snapdragon sway
My happiness is not the means to an end. It is the end. - Ayn Rand, author
To be quite oneself one must first waste a little time - Elizabeth Bowen, author
Can you ever really have too many flower pictures? Here's more shots from last weekend's trek to the Dallas arboretum. So much material to work with, it's flowers on steroids.
I liked these two hardy souls.
The Arboretum theme is Storybooks. Hmmm - Dr.Seuss "One Fish, Two Fish..." I've read this a thousand times to Abigail and she never tires of the rhyme, nor do I. It becomes almost pathological.
Gotta root for the cactus. Hardy and almost belligerent. Domineering in its environment.
Are you tired of haiku? I'm not, though I might wear out my fingers counting syllables.
should learn flower names bask in bountiful purple bell shaped loveliness
Joanne
P.S. I'm still jacking with the tile contractor and the pool's still green. The zen of the arboretum keeps me from being crazy. I need to return when the azaleas go berserk.
A friend, Linda T., and I succumbed to the beauty of the Dallas Arboretum. It was a tad gray outside, but it wasn't windy. Hence, tulips were not flying off the stems as we strolled the property. Glorious color, fabulous fields of 450,000 bulbs. These folks are insane in their plantings. It is poetry.
So, I wasn't going to write a thing......but here's a haiku I wrote a few weeks ago. Must share with the world.
fleeting harsh march winds morose keen and winter pale single yellow tulip
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.