All flesh is like grass,
and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers,
the flower fades,
when the breath of the Lord blows upon it.
Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God
stands forever.
~Isaiah 40:6-8
The prairie rose.
I promised you it would be blooming by Father's Day.
Columbine humbly bows her head.
Blue Penstemon. A praire wildflower.
Another penstemon. She's giving us her beautiful profile.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Your flowers look so pretty and you take such good shots...so clear!
ReplyDeleteAre you using the sony cybershot or was it the fuji? Well-done!
Joanne
Is that the Rosa rugosa shrub? It must smell heavenly! Today we were out of town walking along a boardwalk by the lake and this shrub was everywhere! I couldn't get enough of the scent! The flower is also lovely, but the thorns are sharp and prickly!:)
ReplyDeleteSo pretty!
Joanne, who did "stop and smell the roses" and who counted her blessings today!