Hypericum perforatum ~ Saint John's Wort. Fittingly named as it never fails to bloom by Saint John's day. In Puerto Rico there will be huge bonfires by the sea. That's the tradition.
"Vamos a la playa / Noche de San Juan / que tiembla la tierra / y retumba el mar". Bonfires are not allowed on beaches in the US anymore, so let's just live with the memories. Oh, and hypericum is a medicinal herb (wort means medicinal in old English or something). It's used for depression and sadness. Who can be depressed or sad after looking at this beauty?
Happily coexisting in an old, cracked bird bath in full sun, with no care whatsoever. And I KNOW that fairies live there.
There's so much going on at Flower Show that many times it takes months to discover photographs I took and never had a chance to look at and enjoy. The bouquets, top, patiently waiting to go to their final destination. The clematis peeking out of the greenery. We had more clematis in flower arrangements this year than ever before.
The amazing sweet peas with their fragrance wafting all over the place and those colors like an old-fashioned hand-tinted photograph. It was a good year for out of the ordinary flowers and for lots and lots of very simple containers.
There she was, lost in thought, looking through that dirty window, and the bouiganvillea reflected on the glass made a perfect crown. What else could I do but photograph her? She is one of my cherished memories of a week in Mexico City, a trip I needed to take to bring sanity back to my hectic life.
I had never been to a Jewish wedding till last Sunday and didn't know what I had missed! I need more Jewish friends with marriage-age children! These peonies took my breath away. Oh, and the food and the music were great too...
My grandfather used to call them "parcels of land without deeds". Clay pots. They crack, they break, they become mossy, they turn into chards and finally into dust. They come in so many sizes and shapes and can be used in so many ways. They are found in every continent, filled with almost anything, from gold coins to water that is more precious than gold. They carry the living liquid and cradle the dead. We read history through them and can tell which community within a disappeared peoples made them. They may be everyday objects, but when they survive us they become our forever tale.
