Monday; Humanity at its best;

Please watch this video full size, it is worth it!

Sunday; "tying the knot";

It turned out, that after rain during the night, Saturday morning greeted us with a blue sky and sun which was fantastic because the wedding celebration of Lilli &Bill was held in the garden of MarieL  and  Brendan.

Everything turned out to be perfect, so lovely to meet up with old and new friends.

Ready for the guests to arrive... family and very good friends...

A toast to the future...

Friday; Busy...busy...

Readying for a celebration...tomorrow..

Thursday; what's in a name;

Juliet:

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet."

W.Shakespeare; Romeo and Juliet  Act 2 Scene 2

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A garden generally represents its creator; it should be alluring with a  romantic blend; 

Unabashed and a little extreme,with a sense of adventure; Titania

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.....pick, girl, the roses...

© Titania  Photo from my Garden.

Wednesday; Sisters;

"Friends come and go, but  Sisters are FOREVER!"

My girls in the seventies.

...under the apple tree...

©Titania

Tuesday; Calendula;

Sweet Calendula of gentle virtue,

Delightful colour of exuberance,

Rich and helpful in every way

Filled with bounty and held very dear.

Calendulas never die to cause pain

They reseed, for comfort, delight, compose

Their roots again.

© Titania; Photo; Text.

Monday; Dear P.L. Dunbar;

Perfumed Delight from my garden;

A SONG

  Thou art the soul of a summer's day,

  Thou art the breath of the rose.

      But the summer is fled

      And the rose is dead

  Where are they gone, who knows, who knows?

  Thou art the blood of my heart o' hearts,

  Thou art my soul's repose,

      But my heart grows numb

      And my soul is dumb

  Where art thou, love, who knows, who knows?

  Thou art the hope of my after years--

  Sun for my winter snows

      But the years go by

      'Neath a clouded sky.

  Where shall we meet, who knows, Who knows?

P.L Dunbar

Many poems of Paul have a tinge of nostalgia, sadness , but still  uplifting kind  thoughts. He died young, at 33 Years of Tuberculosis.  He had not an easy life, as the white society was so blatantly racist. He had quite a struggle to be recognized .  Now his poetry is up there with the best, loved and honoured.