Bramble Garden

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Gardens all trampled
Cannot always be restored
Brambles take over
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Bear … 05.21.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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Butterfly Flies On

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Last flower shriveled
Too dry too old and too late
Butterfly flies on.
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Bear ….05.07.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014

In response to:
“The Last Flowers
I hope poet friends can create a poem for this butterfly. She came almost too late, when all the flowers have started to wilt and dry up. The next day, there will be no flowers bloom. Maybe she will still try to come over here, but hopeless, there will be no more flowers here.”
To view blog and photo:
http://pleisbilongtumi.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/the-last-flowers/
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Symetry of Theft

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Is jealousy of creation a part of  human nature?
Is it innocence to assume that all flowers
Are for the plucking? Is it righteous to
Reach out and take take take take take
Calling the self both messenger and author?
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Is it human nature to pluck the best?
To hunt through the ordered gardens and the wilderness
Gathering the prettiest and the most significant,
Plucking the flowers from their context
And claiming, “Now this is mine.” ?
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Why not take all the best that you can perceive?
Why not take what moves your soul? Take take, take take .
Take what brings some comfort.  Take take take take.
Why should the intensity of your wanting
Not be justification for thieving actions?
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If there is beauty in the wild,
Is that Wildness available for the plucking?
Are there no consequences for your taking taking
Taking taking taking taking taking.
There is always balance in nature.
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There are always consequences.
The flattery of your wanting is insufficient.
The Universe cares not for flattery.
When beauty flows into your heart,
Does that make you the author or the audience?
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You vandalizing thieves who have destroyed
With your careless critical trampling;
You flattering greedy plagiarizing soul cannibals;
You deceive only yourself that you are the art,
Yourself the artist and the gardener.
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You trolling gatherers of art’s life blood,
Think that there is no price to pay. Wrong.
Restitution is always made. Balance is a contract
With the Universe, made before the birth of beauty.
Think on symmetry when you claim what is not yours …
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Da! Da! Da!
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Through all strata of creation balance is maintained.
Bear … 04.23.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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Blooming

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Blooming Azaleas
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Bear…03.25.2014… Vernal sunshine on Azaleas

 

 

 

Bear…03.25.2014… Azaleas blooming in the back garden

Bear … 03.25.2014 –Color in the back garden…Azaleas

Bear…03.25.2014 … Azalea and Yukka

Conflicted

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Full Moon March 15-16, 2014

Bear…03.15.2014 …. Full Spring Moon Rising. 99% visible.

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Vernal sun calls forth
Gibbous moon waning deadens
Wrong time for planting
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Bear … 03.23.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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Some Plants That I Love

Begonia

This orchid is a clone to one my Mother In Law had 40 years ago. Most of my (women) in-laws have some of this same plant. We grow them in honor of Vera. It blooms orange.

The green berries on this prickly Florida Holly will be red in a couple of months.

Magnolia

That beautifully contorted small tree is a wild blueberry. In early spring it is covered in tiny white flowers that look like bitty little fairy bells, all over. Then it is covered in lovely little blueberries. The leaves can be dried an made into a mellow tea with a wonderful purple-blue color. The wood from dead fall is very hard and seems to last forever. They welcome small boys to climb.

Somebody has a nice house under this Palmetto. I ignore it so that my husband won’t notice and destroy it. Palmettoes are a scrub palm. He doesn’t like them either and removes them with his tractor, I have a few, including this one, that are “mine”. They should need absolutely no care, but every year they become smaller and less, instead of bigger and more. My husband says it is the his dog who is doing the pruning.

This wild grapevine may be dead or dyeing. I didn’t check to see if my husband had severed it with his tractor. Corky hates all “damned vines” and has most big ones eradicated, Florida Crackers call these grapes Scuppernongs. They are delicious. I have some young vines trained along a back fence so that when they get enough sun to ripen , I can reach the grapes that the birds and other critters don’t get.