74. I believe in pink. . . I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. . . I believe in miracles. ~Audrey Hepburn

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley


What a fine spring indeed has risen on “the garden fair!”  Trees and shrubs that delighted us early on with their lovely flowering are now leafing out, more and more roses splits their buds each day, and a particularly perky, pink snapdragon standing tall looks like the scepter of an invisible sovereign reigning over all the other glorious pinkness.  One such pretty is a “surprise” pink poppy that appeared near one of the climbing pink roses.  From whence or where this poppy came, I know not, but a welcome guest it is all the same.  Pink Gerbera daisies are still going strong, and the leafing cherry tree continues to don its delicate pink blossoms.

[Beloved] My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.  ~Song of Solomon 6:2   ✝