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Central, FL, United States
I am a former teacher, aspiring artist, inveterate traveler This blog is about my Florida garden experience and its expression though poetry, philosophy, photography and art. It includes my other creative endeavors. Here can be found posts about travel to other gardens around the world. My garden is a half acre in zone 9a which includes a large water garden. I have mostly a shade garden because of the huge live oak. To keep things easy, I love to grow bromiliads,ferns,gingers and other tropicals. I need to have a low maintenance garden. In the summer we usually have plenty of rain and it transforms into a jungle. I have converted my swamp into the water garden where I grow irises, waterlilies, papyrus, radigan, spikebush and swamp lily. I also grow citrus (lemon,key lime,grapefruit,tangerines,pineapple,and loquats). Me?...Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses. (Ovid)

Feb 23, 2014

secret "Camellia" garden




 Driving on this beautiful day in my town,I came across beauty!  I was envious.


Orchid tree










Stopping to admire the above floral displays, I happened upon a secret Camellia garden.   It was obvious that the dedicated gardener knows what he/she is doing...I was drawn in, though uninvited, but no one came out to greet me or scold me.  What I saw took my breath away. And to think I discovered it just at the peak of the year.  I am determined to  meet the gardener.



HOLY COW!


 







 



 
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About Camellias
Southern Living says an energetic Frenchman named André Michaux impacted Southern gardens more profoundly than anyone. Plant explorer and botanist to King Louis XVI, he established the South’s first botanical garden just north of Charleston in 1786. Now- familiar species he introduced sound like a Who’s Who of Southern classics―sweet olive (Osmanthus fragrans), ginkgo (Ginkgo biloba), mimosa (Albizia julibrissin), Chinese parasol tree (Firmiana simplex), and Chinaberry (Melia azedarach). One stands out above the rest―the common camellia (Camellia japonica).





















 




 Tsubaki-mochi(椿餅) are sandwiched buns between two leaves of camellia. This confection appears in the Tale of Genji although it didn't contain sugar. Camellia leaves are inedible, but cherry leaves wrapping sakura-mochi are edible.



Camellias have been favored as one of flowers appropriate for tea ceremonies or tea house. Powerful people including Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Tokugawa Hidetada the second Shogun of the Tokugawa Shogunate also loved camellia blossoms. It became a status symbol for cultural figures to have camellias, and various varieties of camellias had been created during the Edo Period. A fondness for camellias spread among commoners.





A nephew of the first Shogun ordered a painter to paint a 24m-long picture scroll called“  One Hundred Camellias”in 1635.




 The scroll shows a variety of flowers arranged not only in flower vases but in articles for daily use such as a bowl, a fan, a basket, a trash tray. Forty-nine foremost cultural figures including the second lord of the Mito domain, poets, scholars, monks wrote 52 poems in the margin of the scroll. The poems include the above Sakato no Hitotari's poem.
Some varieties of camellias written on it are now lost. The process of improvement in camellia varieties can be inferred from the scroll.

The size of a dime, it was the smallest one


   I just ordered this book from Amazon.  It is an "astonishing and unknown story of Marie Duplessis, the courtesan who inspired Alexandre Dumas fils’s novel and play La dame aux camélias, Giuseppe Verdi’s opera La Traviata, George Cukor’s film Camille, and Frederick Ashton’s ballet Marguerite and Armand. Sarah Bernhardt, Eleonora Duse, Greta Garbo, Isabelle Huppert, Maria Callas, Anna Netrebko, and Margot Fonteyn are just a few of the celebrated actors, singers, and dancers who have portrayed her." Who knew?
    "   Kavanagh brilliantly re-creates the short, intense, and passionate life of the tall, pale, slender girl who at thirteen fled her brute of a father and Normandy to go to Paris, where she would become one of the grand courtesans of the 1840s. France’s national treasure, Alexandre Dumas père, was intrigued by her, his son became her lover, and Franz Liszt, too, fell under her spell. Quick to adapt an aristocratic mien, with elegant clothes, a coach, and a grand apartment, she entertained a salon of dandies, writers, and artists. . Her early death at age twenty-three from tuberculosis created an outpouring of sympathy."

 noted by Charles Dickens, who wrote in February 1847:
For several days all questions political, artistic, commercial have been abandoned by the papers. Everything is erased in the face of an incident which is far more important, the romantic death of one of the glories of the demi-monde, the beautiful, the famous Marie Duplessis.” .. 


Feb 7, 2014

Letting go


how true this song is...


Well you only need the light when it's burning low

Only need the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go




Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you’re missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go







Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast






You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies






But you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go






 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

 


 
 





















 Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Same old empty feeling in your heart

'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast



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If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief.  You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely.

Mitch Albom


Jan 10, 2014

my resoultion? to write 2014 on my checks!



Regardless of the justifications you give & treat yourself to... , I hope all of you - "new year -new me types" strive for self care, honest and pure friendships, and relationships based of love- and not based off the fake realities of your mind. These delusions of what you hope for instead of what's there, where you and your puppet (ego) master focus more on everyone else and less on self. To change the world you must start within. But you must first BE HONEST with yourself.

  Tiffany Luard







May Light always surround you;
Hope kindle and rebound you.
May your Hurts turn to Healing;
Your Heart embrace Feeling.
May Wounds become Wisdom;
Every Kindness a Prism.
May Laughter infect you;
Your Passion resurrect you.
May Goodness inspire
your Deepest Desires.
Through all that you Reach For,
May your arms Never Tire.”
D. Simon

 

Since I was in NYC for Hercules, I thought I would post some snow pictures since I live in Florida and never get to post it. The weather quieted the city. The wind was so bitter that to stay out would freeze the air in ones lungs.   I could walk only one to three blocks. The pigeons were grounded and there were no horses in the park.  I thought you would like to see pictures from our cab.

 

 

Dec 5, 2013

warm winter wonders

This year is fast coming to an end and a new one soon to begin. yes I think about the past and worry about the future but I must stay here and "now".

 


           well my Ti plant finally bloomed!

It was a very warm November and as I type in December, it is 80 degrees. I am leaving this paradise for the frigid north in PA, VA and NYC for the holidays. A change of scenery is always invigorating.

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Tried some lettuces and I got a bumper crop of Meyers Lemons and Ruby Red Grapefruit.



Life gave me lemons .........

and lettuce and Ruby Reds!








Nov 21, 2013

my thanksgiving




 My Thanksgiving


I've got great expectations
I've got family and friends
I've got satisfying work
I've got a back that bends
 For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving

For every moment of joy
Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving

 For everyone who helped me start
And for everything that broke my heart
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving

lyrics by Henley


. I am thankful for rain and my garden and for all the beauty that I can visit.  I am thankful for my blogger friends that comment and that I learn so much from. I am thankful for the bounty of food that is available to us. I am thankful for new friends and their kindness, generosity and patience. . I'm thankful for art, music and that  I can paint.  But mostly, I am thankful for those who  love me in spite of me.  My cup runneth over.




Nov 15, 2013

moon flower

 Well, my cirrus really outdid herself with 10 blooms. Three blooms the first night and 7 the next.. The night was silent and there was a full moon and the air was filled with perfume.  It was magical.   I am proud of  her as some people never are blessed with blooms. She likes lots of rain and warm humidity.  I have purchased about three dragon fruit and hopefully they will do as well too.

The Night-Blooming Cereus 


FLOWER of the moon! 
Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago; 
Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow. 
The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid, 
Nor profane her with age—the immortal, nor dim her with shade.

 It is we are unworthy, we worldlings, to dwell in her ways; 
We have broken her altars and silenced her voices of praise.
 She hath hearkened to singing more silvern, seen raptures more bright; 
To some planet more pure she hath fled on the wings of the night,— 
 Flower of the moon! 

 Yet she loveth the world that forsook her, for, lo! once a year
 She, Diana, translucent, pale, scintillant, down from her sphere
 Floateth earthward like star-laden music, to bloom in a flower,
 And our hearts feel the spell of the goddess once more for an hour.

 See! she sitteth in splendor nor knoweth desire nor decay,
And the night is a glory around her more bright than the day,
And her breath hath the sweetness of worlds where no sorrow is known;
And we long as we worship to follow her back to her own,— 
Flower of the moon! 


Harriet Monroe


 

the white dot is the full moon

 
doesnt this iphone take great pictures at night?