The Keeping Room: Another First...and more from D.S. Pearson

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Another First...and more from D.S. Pearson

A new azalea...

A very close closeup of my woolly thyme....such delicate tiny leaves

And the peppermint ivy leaf geranium....

A fairy boy in the purple pansies...

Peppermint petals of an ivy leaf geranium...

A few more peppermints...

An ancient azalea shrub blooming once again...

These are my first digital blooms! I have been practicing today.

(Click on any photo to enlarge. The thyme is especially detailed up close!)

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Here are few more poems from my dear friend....D.S. Pearson

There is a full moon tonight...

Watcher

The ashen surface of the moon

mocks me as it glides

across the night

It knows me...

this ancient thing.

2009

Waiting

Barefoot in the wee hours of the morning

I listen to the darkness

and

the turning of the earth

Stars

rush westward

Robins sleep...

and dogs sit patiently

beside me

2009

6 comments:

Rowan said...: Nice poems especially the second one. I saw the full moon last night in a lovely clear sky. I must look for a peppermint scented leaf geranium, I didn't know there was such a scent. I have rose scented ones and have come across other scents too but not peppermint. The pink azalea in the last photo is lovely.; April 9, 2009 at 12:52 AM
Michael said...: Good morning FireLight. Great photographs, your Spring is so well advanced. I like the azalea especially.; April 9, 2009 at 3:34 AM
Unknown said...: Hello FireLight,

It is hard to believe that you have all these flowers in bloom! Looks like your photography practice went well! I also like the second poem.; April 9, 2009 at 5:51 AM
FireLight said...: Rowan, the peppermint only describes the red and white petals. There are scented geraniums, but this is not one. The poet and I have decided that going outdoors with our dogs is always an oppotunity to observe the skies. I love studying the moon.

Michael, I wanted to include some wisteria, but most clusters were already shedding petals, and my dogwoods were finished off by the recent rains. The white blossoms are all over the ground and driveway. For more azaleas, click on Callaway Gardens in my Favorite Haunts side bar.

Derrick, we have had a beautiful spring. This last rush of cold air early in the week is probably the end of it. Before long we will be complaining of the heat.; April 9, 2009 at 7:40 AM
Tess Kincaid said...: Wow! Your macro flower shots are gorgeous!!! It must be much warmer down there. We had freeze warnings this week with a low of 28 one night. Soon for us, though!; April 9, 2009 at 11:42 AM
Virginia said...: Bravo for your photography work! We both posted George Tabor azaleas today. Keep up the good work. I'll help you if I can.
V; April 10, 2009 at 8:35 AM

Here is what I often call Crumbly Gingerbread

I found the recipe on a postcard I sent home to a friend when I visited Grasmere in 1986. This is very close to the gingerbread sold at St. Oswald's church there in Grasmere. This is marvelous with your hot tea. The real secret is adding the sugar at the very last-not blending it with the margerine. I use either a fork or pastry blender to "rub" in the margarine with flour and oats. I have copied it as it appeared on the postcard and added my American interpretation of measurements for certain ingredients.

9 oz brown wheatmeal flour
(1 rounded cup wholewheat flour)
3 oz porridge oats
(1/2 cup Three Minute Quaker oats)
3/4 level tsp bicarbonate of soda
1 1/2 level tsp cream of tartar
3 level teaspoons ground ginger
9 oz hard margarine
(1 to 1 1/2 sticks od Parkay-the less you use, the more crumbly the texture)
9 oz soft brown sugar
(1 rounded cup)

Set oven to 325 degrees or Mark 3. Well grease a shallow tin 14" by 9". Put flour, oats, bicarbonate of soda, cream of tartar, and ginger in a bowl. Add the margarine cut into small pieces. Rub in well with fingertips until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs. Stir in sugar. Put into tin and press down firmly with a floured fork. Bake for 20 to 30 minutes until pale brown. Cut into squares whilst warm and leave in tin until completely cold. Keeps well in airtight tin.

The Secret Heart

Here is my Valentine to every parent who remembers looking on a sleeping child...and lingering in the moment....
Enjoy & linger,
Firelight

by Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all.
In the stillest hour of night
The boy awakened to a light.

Half in dreams, he saw his sire
With his great hands full of fire.
The man had struck a match to see
If his son slept peacefully.

He held his palms each side the spark
His love had kindled in the dark.
His two hands were curved apart
In the semblance of a heart.

He wore, it seemed to his small son,
A bare heart on his hidden one,
A heart that gave out such a glow
No son awake could bear to know.

It showed a look upon a face
Too tender for the day to trace.
One instant, it lit all about,
And then the secret heart went out.

But it shone long enough for one
To know that hands held up the sun.

May 20th is the 400th Anniversary of the Publication of Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Another First...and more from D.S. Pearson

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