Monday, December 15, 2008

June will come again....

So it's 23 degrees F in Portland. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 15. Which is pretty cold for anywhere, but especially for here. And I'm saying to myself, well, it'll give the tulips and the peonies that cold snap they want, but, inside, I'm thinking: man, it's not even officially winter yet.

So to counter living in the dark, here are a few shots of my garden in all it's hammy June glory, the month when everything just...shines.



1 comment:

h e r e x a c t l y said...

i love your hammy garden. to see pictures of it today is like looking at the face of a relative that has moved to another country.

here is a poem. with a garden in it. and a hint of winter, too.

**

When I am asked
how I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of nature.

It was soon after my mother died,
a brilliant June day,
everything blooming.

I sat on a gray stone bench
in a lovingly planted garden,
but the day lilies were as deaf
as the ears of drunken sleepers
and the roses curved inward.
Nothing was black or broken
and not a leaf fell
and the sun blared endless commercials
for summer holidays.

I sat on a gray stone bench
ringed with the ingenue faces
of pink and white impatiens
and placed my grief
in the mouth of language,
the only thing that would grieve with me.


-Lisel Mueller