I planted this perennial in spring but lost the name card. The plant looks healthy and has lots of buds or at least it looks like buds to me. I am just curious to know the name.
I just wonder if any one of you might help me in learning more about this plant.
Thanks in advance.
Traveling changes not just a man, but his art as well.~
Be the morning in everyone’s eyes and make their day turn into a thing of beauty.~
The scent of the morning is prepared by the night; the scent of the night is prepared by the day; everything helps everything~
Be mindful. Be grateful. Be positive. Be true. Be kind.~
Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.~
Jo’s Monday Walk
Kate’s Friday Fun Foto
Stay safe and enjoy!
It is always the same. Whether you are walking or going by train, the way always seems shorter the second time than the first. (And that is true of distances that are not to be measured in miles and yards.) ~
We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.~ Before I Go to Sleep)
“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.~ South of the Border, West of the Sun)
I think that’s what we all want, in the end.
To know that we left footprints when we passed by, however briefly.
We want to be remembered.
So remember us.
Please.
Remember us.~ Human.4)
During our visit to Stockholm, we walked around certain areas many times and enjoyed it thoroughly. I sincerely hope to get second chance to visit this beautiful city again. I would love to take some better pictures.
“When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.
When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *acedemical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.
But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.
And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care. ”
― If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit)
Becca’s Sunday Trees
Everything in excess Is opposed by nature ~
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. ~
These are photos taken during my walk yesterday morning. Temperature was 0C but it very pleasant. I decided to go early when people were either in bed or having their first coffee in that way I didn’t met many.
For Becca’s Sunday Trees
There is a silent deference for one another, a distance that is kept, and lines that aren’t crossed, but in their sharing, they each try to pay tribute to the bond in their own way. As often as possible, they open up a little and give what they can. ~
Friendships – and indeed most relationships – are measured in the closeness of hearts, minds and soul ties… not in the distance of physical miles or even the passing of time. ~
I love these two images which I got on social media so much that I have to share them for Friday fun.
All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.
~Blaise Pascal
For Kate’s Friday Fun – Distant
