Monday, 27 October 2014


The peonies are blooming.  

Here is part of a poem by Mary Oliver, “Peonies.”

“Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,

and softly,

and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?”

You are only here for a short visit
Do not hurry do not worry
And be sure to smell the flowers along the way 
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. 
But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.
Earth laughs in flowers 
There is no time to be bored in a world as beautiful as this
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. it just blooms. 
The artist is the confidant of nature, 
flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems 
and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. 
Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him. 

Start the day with a smile and finish it with champagne

Thanks for visiting 
May your week be filled with lots of blessings