a walk through the tree garden, entry for Cee’s path challenge June 22

a maple tree seedling (all photos ©Sometimes, 2021)
south west corner entrance to tree garden, along lane from dog yard
old bird cage on path (photos ©Sometimes, 2021)
The Maze in foreground, the Tree Garden includes all of that wooded area behind the grassy lawn.

What I Alone, Understand

I love this poem… it speaks to me. Thanks for the re-blog!

Intellectual Shaman

I don’t need to participate

in the politics

of what people think.

It’s only their programmed prejudice.

I don’t need great wealth

only time to myself.

I don’t need to be the best

I just need to know

what I’m trying to do.

The simplest path

is the one for me

It’s the one I’m walking down.

I stopped trying

for other things

and the peace I have

is better than the false promises

of the world.

Delight

is found

where people don’t go

in the things

people don’t understand.

I visit them

and they make sense to me

but only me

and in time

the world may even pity me

but that’s only because

what I want

is not understood by the world

and I’m thankful for this lack of understanding

because it proves

what I have

is entirely

my own.

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nothing fancy (a reblog to make you smile from Annette Rochelle Aben)

Nice post, almost everyone will relate. Those recipe cards are treasures—splatters and spills and all. 🙂 Thanks for the reblog!

Annette Rochelle Aben

Old recipe box

Handwritten three by five cards

Magazine pages

Fifty ways to make ground beef

This was food from our childhood

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

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ever wonder what it’s like inside a daylily bud? (me neither, until now…)

I believe we had six Daylilies several years ago when we bought the first plants. Each is a different color and has its own features. Up until recently I knew completely nothing about Daylilies, now I know a few things, but I am not yet comfortable in discussing the subject. Stay tuned and we will see where this new interest goes. (All photos on this page © Sometimes, 2021.)

The Poppies didn’t do as well this year due to the heavy winds that whipped the blooming flowers around mercilessly last week…and the poor plants (I only have two plants) need to be rescued from the invasive Lemon Grass that invaded my flower beds a few years ago. In spite of these difficulties, we did get some gorgeous individual flowers. Here’s one of them! (©Sometimes, 2021)
Poppies are a feast for the camera..

dreaming daisies

Thinking about Daisies this morning, Cee’s FOTD I think. Here’s a reblog from 2017.

SOMETIMES

when the snow
covers the meadow
in silence
so profound
dreams of daisies linger long
after petal fall

© Sometimes, 2017

The Shadorma is one of my favorite poetic forms.  It consists of six lines…                  of 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, and 5 syllables…respectively.

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Day Lily Day, Cee’s (reblog from 2016)

My new favorite flower: Daylilies. Thanks to John Hric over at Northeast Ohio Garden…I had forgotten I ever captured this beauty…it was just another pretty flower five years ago. 🙂

SOMETIMES

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This gorgeous pink Day Lily is one of the “lost” bulbs that have been languishing over by the septic tank for about 15 years.    There were about ten plants that we bought back then, and we rarely saw them.  Last Fall we decided to replant them in the front flower bed, and they are very thankful!

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rugged peonies defy the wind

These peonies by the turn-around were really whipped by the wind two days ago, here shown are a few lying on the ground, just bent over flat.
The garage side bed is littered with huge peony flowers, all hanging down. The above shot displays the beautiful peonies, but my metal cane is holding them up…these are propped up. In the gallery, some of the photos are upside down, which makes them appear upright. The bottom left gallery shot shows some of the beaten-up flowers still holding on with their siblings which may not have budded out by the time of the shot. The bottom corner is a close-up of the center of this partially opened flower. (All photos ©Sometimes, 2021)

This storm that went through Friday night just rattled and rolled my Peonies, and my Red Poppies also were whipped. (I have some shots of the poppies, too. The wind also littered the back yards with leaves and twig-branches that were detached by the wind. It also completed the destruction of the Lil Kim Lilac, which had bloomed profusely that day and day before.

The faded tulips exit gracefully; then came the “picker” trees (Locust) that volunteered widely in My Place.

The last Tulip of the Spring, experiencing life as long as possible. The mild weather allowed the tulips to hang on longer than usual this year. This bloom is one of the variety that reminds me of shiny candy apples.
Here is another pretty veteran Tulip, a bit battered but still a unique beauty. (Photos ©Sometimes,2021)
I call this a “pricker tree,” it arrived one spring in a builder’s load of fill-dirt from another site, and now they are everywhere. The trees are very fast growing, prolific, and very beautiful—but have wicked thorns. I had not seen any of the blossoms up close before; I think they are quite lovely. Anyone know what kind of tree this is? A quick search tells me that this is a Locust Tree, I don’t know the variety. The internet tells me that there are numerous types of Locust Trees, with flowering varieties profuse in flowers of many colors. (©Sometimes, 2021.)