Soon the delphinium rises tall, listening to the robin in the pear tree,Silken pansies nestled near the ground hear the flutter of lady bugs flying free,Wildflowers dancing in gorgeous chaos, love the sound of rain best of all,But, Her Majesty the Rose opens her fabulous blooms only at the Goddess’ call. — © 2008, The … Read more
Beauteous flowers why do we spreadUpon the monuments of the dead?Nothing they but dust can show,Or bones that hasten to be so.Crown me with roses whilst I live —Now your wines and ointments give;After death I nothing crave,Let me alive my pleasures have!All are Stoics in the grave. — Anacreaon (554 – 469 B.C.E.) Roses … Read more
One may live without bread, not without roses. — Jean Richepin The Grace Thalia guides us onward, as we tour the magical garden. We are deepening our friendship with the Queen of the Garden, the rose. For millennia, the rose has been woven into the fabric of myth and legend in nearly every civilization. An … Read more
If Zeus had willed it soThat o’er the flowersOne flower should reign a queenI know, ah, well I know,The rose, the rose, that royal flower had been.— Sappho Since ancient times dating back to records from Mesopotamia, the “cradle of civilization,” the rose has been a treasured companion and central to our most enduring myths. … Read more
from Song of Myself By Walt WhitmanI am he that walks with the tender and growing night,I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing night!Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile … Read more
Many thanks to my friend Joanna Powell Colbert for finding this. I couldn’t wait to share it with you! Forty two countries and fourteen months in the making. Enjoy!
You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4th, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You … Read more
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet growsQuite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine. — William Shakespeare The lovely Grace Thalia guides us onward, as we tour the magical garden. She reminds us that flowers, the Good Folk, and magick have been woven together for … Read more
Dark of the MoonNew beginningsDark of the MoonPlant a seed tonightDark of the MoonWhat we envisionWill come to be by the Full Moon’s light. The month of July’s flower is the larkspur. It can be a little confusing, because the larkspur shares its common name with the delphinium, its close relative. Both are in the … Read more
The glowing Ruby should adornThose who in warm July are bornThen will they be exempt and freeFrom love’s doubt and anxiety. — Traditional The first day of every month is sacred to Hestia (known in Rome as Vesta), the Goddess of the Hearth. With the Graces, Hestia was always honored first, before all others. She … Read more