Beauty can Be Found almost Anywhere

Our building has a backyard that is weedy and overgrown. The walls of the buildings that surround it are cracked and flaking. Yet in times past, this old birdbath indicates it had known better days. I hope this photograph brightens up your day.

“The Way Life Should Be”

FINALLY we’ll have a chance to escape Boston’s lockdown and travel north to god’s country (Rockport, Maine) to visit family and friends. It will be a short visit but to say we’re looking forward to it is a VAST understatement.

Gardening In Covid-19 Time

The fun fact about this photograph is that it was not taken in some rural or suburban location. I took it in the second block of Newbury Street, Boston’s premium “gold coast” shopping area. Think of it as a yankee’s Rodeo Drive.

For an instant you can forget Covid-19 and feel the warm soil getting under your fingernails reminding you that you’re still a sentient being living on a miraculous blue planet.

The “Peace” Rose

It is a Hybrid Tea Rose and many millions of plants have been sold since it burst onto the world stage in 1945. It was developed by the French rose breeder, Francis Meilland, between 1935 and 1939 who, when he saw that war with Germany was inevitable, sent cuttings to friends in Italy, Turkey, Germany and the USA. History tells that it was on the very last flight before the German invasion of France. In the USA, the rose breeders Conrad Pyle Co., successfully grew it and thereby kept it safe.

However, because the various recipients of these precious cuttings could not communicate with each other for the duration of the war, it was given several different names. France called it ‘Madame A. Meilland’ after Meilland’s mother. Italy called it ‘Goia’ (Joy). Germany named it ‘Glory Dei’ (glory to God) and the USA called it ‘Peace’.

Green Fire

I have no idea what this plant is called but when illuminated by the low sun, its leaves burst into a green fire.

Monochrome Symmetry

I converted this photograph to black and white for a reason. The various shades of green and the little dancing yellow flowers just couldn’t compete with the skinny tree’s stark power.

By A Quiet River

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It’s time for a rest. A quiet break from the frantic acrimony that grips our nation. Maybe for a while we can just sit and watch the water flow slowly by. There is a natural world that needs our love. Let’s give some time to caring for it.