a rose by any other name?

your slightest look will easily unclose me,
  though I have closed myself as fingers,
      you open petal by petal
                 myself
 as spring opens her first rose
                                 e.e. cummings
oh, how I adore poetry….I know its not a rose, 
but all my blogging chicas were showing off their poppy finery…they 
arrived here in all their fiery explosive glory…better late than
never I suppose…hope you are having a beautiful week end!

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5 Comments

  1. oh we just have the hardest time w/ our poppies. we finally got some seeds to sprout this year, but a day of forgetting to water killed them. sigh.. maybe next year.

  2. Oh I most definitely am poppy purloining!…you western girls cannot have ALL the fun! :)..

    yeah, Beth, those poppies need a lot of water, they do…but I love them soooo…

    happy sunny sunday to you both!

  3. Wow, your poppies look gorgeous, Kerin–I've never seen ones that are dark purple like those in the newer post! And funny synchronicity–I just read this ee cummings poem the other day–Ted and I were considering using it in our wedding ceremony!

    Speaking of which–it was fun talking to you the other day! I can't wait to see the rings–oh, and Ted said he'd like his to be around 5mm wide…

    talk to you soon,
    Ivy

  4. thank you kindly Ivy, and if I have forgotten to say it, it is an honor to be doing your rings!…the sizers are on their way!….

    oh yeah… saw the purple poppies at Arcana, and had to have em!…believe me, with my tiny condo garden I have NO room but, could anyone resist this color!

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