A Lily Scheherazade had outgrown its stake and one morning I found it toppled over in the back yard border. So I cut it at the bend, put the sizeable stem in a vase and balanced it with a piece of twine extending upward to the front porch chandelier. In the defined space of the front porch, the collective beauty of the blossoms going every-which-way is breath-taking. Isn't this the very thing we seek to reproduce in the dead of winter, in the form of a Christmas tree? This is it, the real thing, a morning in July.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
morning in July
A Lily Scheherazade had outgrown its stake and one morning I found it toppled over in the back yard border. So I cut it at the bend, put the sizeable stem in a vase and balanced it with a piece of twine extending upward to the front porch chandelier. In the defined space of the front porch, the collective beauty of the blossoms going every-which-way is breath-taking. Isn't this the very thing we seek to reproduce in the dead of winter, in the form of a Christmas tree? This is it, the real thing, a morning in July.
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Isn't that a Dahon bike?
And what's with the crack about the chandelier?
Lilies are beauriful
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