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A new addition, this perennial must reach 8 feet in the back of my garden. The last time I planted this variety I was in Maine and a newbie to the gardening scene, I remember being surprised by its height. I love how it appears to be a sentry watching over the garden.
Sailboats sit perfectly still on a calm morning at the entrance to False Creek in Vancouver, BC, Canada.
The new version of Lightroom does a pretty good job of stitching together images and it's faster than Photoshop. It also merges HDR much quicker than PS. Lightroom handle one set (kept messing up the blends) but three others that I ran worked well. Anybody else have trouble with it?
"They were to have been a love gift,
but when she slit the paper funnel,
they both saw they were fake; false flowers
he'd picked in haste from the store's display,
handmade coloured stuff, stiff as crinoline.
Instantly she thought of women's hands
cutting in grimy light by a sweatshop window;
rough plank tables strewn with cut-out
flower heads: lily, iris, primula, scentless
chrysanthemums, pistils rigged on wire
in crowns of sponge-tipped stamens,
sepals and petals perfect, perfectly
immune to menaces from the garden.
Why so wrong, so...flattening? Why not instead
symbols of unchanging love?
Yet pretty enough,
she considered, arranging them in a vase
with dry grass and last summer's hydrangeas
whose deadness was still (how to put it?)
alive, or maybe the other side of life.
Two sides, really, of the same thing?
She laughed a little, such ideas were embarrassing
even when kept to oneself,
but her train of thought
carried her in its private tunnel through supper,
and at bedtime, brushing her teeth,
she happened to look up at the moon.
Its sunlit face was turned, as always, in her direction.
The full moon, she couldn't help thinking,
though we see only half of it.
It was an insight she decided she could
share with him, but when he joined her
and together they lay in the dark,
there seemed no reason to say anything.
The words, in any case, would be wrong,
would escape or disfigure her meaning.
Good was the syllable she murmured to him,
fading into sleep. And just for a split second,
teetering on the verge of it, she believed
everything that had to be was understood."
-- Anne Stevenson
Melitaea diamina/ Baldrian-Scheckenfalter/ Woudparelmoervlinder/ False heath fritillary. Typical for this butterfly is that the upperside of the hindwings (hardly visible here) are very dark with very few spots.
Had a proper look at these flowers and I've come to the conclusion that these are a hybrid between (P. Veris ) Cowslips and Primrose ( P vulgaris ). I took this image today at the Knapp & Papermill nature reserve.
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