The red spire rises.
Nature’s Olympic flame of summer
will burn bright for the duration.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
The red spire rises.
Nature’s Olympic flame of summer
will burn bright for the duration.
Hi. The word ‘Astilbe’ is like a poem all by itself. I like ‘spire rises”. Jane
It is like a poem all by its self isn’t it? Plant names so often have such gorgeous sounds and associations.
Nice! Thanks! Cheers!
Patiently waiting for sunshine in the Pacific Northwest so my astibles can appear one more time.
Hope that sun arrives for you soon in the lush pacific Northwest.
Near us the donkey farm has a new little one who is white with black spots. I’d never seen a dalmatian donkey before.
Such a bright red — perfect for the 4th! Nice photo!