Friday, March 12, 2010

~ROSES & ROBINS FOR REAL

 
 
 
 


On the Web Site Links page on my web site, I have a link to a very special blog, and I want to do a post about it here on my blog because it's so precious.

In the spring of 2005, a lady named Julie Corsi discovered that a robin had built her nest under Julie's bedroom window on top of a rose trellis!  She took photographs of the nest for nearly a month, chronicling the laying of the eggs through the departure of the babies from the nest.

It's really a pleasure to read the blog, and the photos are beautiful.  Julie also has the photos posted on flickr.  You'll find the links below:

I've just now discovered another photo stream of a robin's egg-laying on flickr:
Enjoy these photos as well!

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

~POESY FOR THE DAY





MY GARDEN IS A PLEASANT PLACE
~By Louise Driscoll~

My garden is a pleasant place
Of sun glory and leaf grace.
There is an ancient cherry tree
Where yellow warblers sing to me,
And an old grape arbor, where
A robin builds her nest, and there
Above the lima beans and peas
She croons her little melodies,
Her blue eggs hidden in the green
Fastness of that leafy screen.
Here are striped zinnias that bees
Fly far to visit, and sweet peas
Like little butterflies, new born;
And over by the tassled corn
Are sunflowers and hollyhocks
And pink and yellow four-o-clocks.

Here are humming birds that come
To find the tall delphinium,
Songless bird and scentless flower
Communing in a golden hour.
There is no blue like the blue cup
The tall delphinium holds up,
Not sky, nor distant hill, nor sea,
Sapphire, nor lapis lazuli!
My lilac trees are old and tall,
I cannot reach their bloom at all.
They send their perfume over trees
And roofs and streets to find the bees.

I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Gold-finch, gold-finch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wisteria sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!"
I'd hear the evening primrose cry,
"Firefly.  Come firefly!"
And I would learn the jeweled word
The ruby throated humming bird
Drops into cups of larkspur blue
And I would sing them all for you!

My garden is a pleasant place
Of moon glory and wind grace.
O Friend, wherever you may be,
Will you not come to visit me?
Over streams and fields and hills
I'll pipe like yellow daffodils,
And every little wind that blows
Shall take my message as it goes.
A heart may travel very far
To come where its desires are,
O, may some power touch your ear,
Be kind to me, and make you hear!

*Image reblogged

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

~POESY FOR THE DAY



Life has so many hidden woes,
So many thorns for every rose;
The "why" of things our hearts would see,
If I knew you and you knew me.

~Nixon Waterman~

*Image reblogged 

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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

~POESY FOR THE DAY





My Neighbor's Roses
~By Abraham L. Gruber~
 
The roses red upon my neighbor's vine
Are owned by him, but they are also mine.
His was the cost, and his the labor, too,
But mine as well as his the joy, their loveliness to view.
 
They bloom for me and are for me as fair
As for the man who gives them all his care.
Thus I am rich, because a good man grew
A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors' view.
I know from this that others plant for me,
And what they own, my joy may also be.
So why be selfish, when so much that's fine
Is grown for you, upon your neighbor's vine.

*Photion reblogged from tumblr

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