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(...)Farewell, farewell, lost soul! you have melted in the crystalline distance, it is enough! I saw you vanish into air. D.H. Lawrence: Butterfly
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Autumn is like an old book: Marred spines turn mean yellow, staples rust red-orange. Every stained page is stressed by a splat of color. Rough-red, like an old tavern, we become hungry birds and prepare for fall. Shape and shadow are candied citron as lanterns turn bitter yellow. Autumn is a red fox, a goblet filled with dark wine, a hot chilli pepper with smoky eyes. Pressed leaves take in the colors of seafood paella and saffron; these leaves are like death, climaxing with a smile. Autumn: Her dress is a net of mussels; dark shelled, it covers up summer’s weatherbeaten body. So pull out your boots and stand on an aged, wood floor like an evergreen. Mary Hamrick : "Autumn"   Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? I can't help it Love's always been my game Play it how I may I was made that way I can't help it Men cluster to me Like moths around a flame And if their wings burn I know I'm not to blame Falling in love again Never wanted to What am I to do? I just can't help it Composed by Friedrich Hollaender. English lyrics by Sammy Lerner Oryginally performed by Marlene Dietrich in the film Der Blaue Engel  Brown colours find it really difficult to be appreciated, especially in the garden. Unless we talk about garden tables and chairs - which more and more often look quite gaudy- you will not find a lot of examples of plants grown for their brown appearances. Thus all earth shades are almost absent for the whole year, except for the wintertime when everything around becomes more or less brown, which means devoid of life. It is not the fault of various brown colours to be totally neglected by our attention. Conversely, it might be our indifference to beautiful trunks, branches, stems, fruit and...flowers trying to appeal to us in winter. Although the flowers at that time of year are quite lifeless, their shape and colour might still look extremely attractive. So is the case of climbing hydrangea. Let us have a closer look.  I I think, I dreamed of falling leaves, Of dark forests and dark lakes, Of sad words' echo - However, I could not understand their meaning. I think, I dreamed of falling stars, Of the weeping entreaty of pale eyes, Of a smile's echo - However, I could not understand its meaning. Like falling leaves, like falling stars, So I saw myself eternally coming and going, A dream's immortal echo - However, I could not understand its meaning. Georg Trakl  The meaning of the Greek origin of the name Ipomoea leads us to... worms. That must have been the association between the twining stems of this heavenly vine and the earthly creatures. Fortunately, future cultivars of morning glory do not contain any references to worms, even the most beautiful ones. One of the most attractive cultivars of Ipomoea tricolor is called 'Heavenly Blue'. As a matter of fact, that was the only possible choice to name the exceptionally blue flowers that way. When they open early in the morning and the sky is cloudless, we can understand the reasons why. The sun rays make the morning glory spiral buds untwine and form a blue trumpet with a greenish and white - yellow centre. A few hours later the same sun rays make the trumpets close up and they never reopen. But don't you worry! New buds will unfold the next morning to glorify the break of the day. And every day until the first frost freezes the little skies scattered all over the trellis, hidden among branches and nestled in red climbing roses.  Clematis heracleifolia 'Cassandra'  Clematis x triternata 'Rubromarginata' I have just married two beautiful individuals to each other without their consent. The name 'Cassandra' describes a lovely clematis with deep sapphire blue flowers; the title 'Rubromarginata' belongs to another species of clematis whose star- like purple and whitish flowers decorate the plant just like the stars do in the summer sky. The happy (I hope) couple attracts attention in a very appealing way as their blooms - being rather modest in size - are one of the most beautifully fragrant ones. Believe me, I am not Cassandra! |
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Kwiecień 2015
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