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Cosmos: Flower of the Day, Sept 16, 2017

In September and October, the fields on the way to the mountain town of Tapalpa, a few hours from my home,  fill with millions of flowers, including acres and acres of cosmos.  These photos were taken ten years ago and Oscar, the little boy in this photo, is now 12 years old. Perhaps it is time to take his little sister up into the fields this year!

 

Cee’s posting of her cosmos flowers today prompted me to echo her post.

For Cee’s Flower Prompt. 

Foreshadowing

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Foreshadowing

Why does the loveliest flower have the sharpest thorn
so you had to pay the tariff of young flesh pierced and torn
by the most splendid ornament that you had ever worn
as he clasped you to the music of the saxophone and horn?
It’s been true each day you’ve lived, was true when you were born,
and your father brought fresh roses—your bedside to adorn.
And it will go on being true on that future morn
when roses will be carried by those saddened and forlorn
as they place your ashes where you’ve asked that they be borne:
back to that same rose bush that so long ago was shorn
of the roses that you carried when your wedding vows were sworn.

 

 

The prompt today is thorny.

Zinnias: Flower of the Day, Aug 21, 2017

 

IMG_0231Not many zinnias this year.  This little fellow was a volunteer, peeping out from underneath the stone at the base of a palm tree.
For Cee’s Daily Flower Prompt.

Don’t Pick the Daisies

See poem below flower collage. (All photos by jdb. Please click on first photo to enlarge all.)

Don’t Pick the Daisies

Please leave those daisies in their wrapper.
I find them just too pert and dapper.
I prefer a floral decoration
prone to promote excitation.
I’d choose something a little queer
to be used as a boutonniere.
Yes, I agree, daisies are cute
but aren’t held in good repute
for inclusion in bouquets exotic.
They aren’t sufficiently chaotic.
All their little petals are spread
in order. They are too well-bred.
I like my flowers with frisky sproutings,
curling ‘rounds and sticking-outings––
birds of paradise well hung
with orange feathers and bright blue tongue.
I admit, I am a binger
on passionflower and wild ginger,
on orchid and bromeliad.
Daisies I find a little sad––
too Doris Day and sixtyish.
A bit of odd is what I wish
for when I choose to pick a flower
for an arrangement or a bower.
Give me heliconia,
proteus or begonia.
For an occasion that is formal,
daisies, dear, are just too normal.

For my mother Pat who liked her food plain and her flowers exotic. XOXOXO

This poem and floral collage were prompted by an earlier post in answer to Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.

Gerber Twins: Flower of the Day, Aug 11, 2017

 

I promised Simret I’d show both of these flowers together that I showed formerly individually in macros. Here they are, Janet.  Bread wasn’t the only fresh thing found in the panaderia on the day I snapped these photos.


 

For Cee’s Flower Prompt.