Showing posts with label pink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pink. Show all posts

Monday, May 1, 2017

In The Pink Of Spring ...



“In the spring, at the end of the day,
you should smell like dirt.”
                           ~ Margaret Atwood
                                        ~ born 1939

I spotted this pink bicycle left near a tree at the Springhouse of Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania as sunset knocked on the door of a picturesque April day. No doubt the bike’s owner was off exploring the beauty of the outdoors … in the pink of spring.

The log cabin close to the bicycle was part of Springhouse, the summer home of General Harry C. Trexler (1854-1933), an American industrialist who built a business empire in Allentown. The park is his namesake.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Confederate Rose ...



“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”
                     ~ William Faulkner
                           ~ 1897-1962
     ~ Southern American author,
                  Nobel Prize Laureate

The grace, beauty and memory of The Old South dreamily bloom in this beautiful pink Confederate Rose on an October morning in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

The Legend Of The Confederate Rose

Once the Confederate Rose was pure white. During the Civil War, a soldier was fatally wounded in battle. He fell upon the rose as he lay dying. During the course of the two days he took to die, he bled more and more on the flower, till at last bloom was covered with his blood. When he died, the flower died with him. Thereafter, the Confederate Rose (or Cotton Rose), opens white, and over the course of the two days the bloom lasts, they turn gradually from white to pink to almost red, when the flower finally falls from the bush.

The Confederate Rose or hibiscus mutablis is actually a Chinese import. Brought into English gardens in the 1600’s, it is said to have gained favor in the South due to its ease of cultivation during the hard financial times after the Civil War. The hibiscus mutablis is a member of the hibiscus family which includes both the tropical hibiscus and the hardier Rose of Sharon. It is considered a large bush or a small multi-stemmed tree. The plant roots easily from cuttings and grows vigorously during the summer. Once established it is drought resistant. The blooms appear in the fall.



Thursday, May 5, 2016

Sundae In New York ...


"New York on Sunday
Big city taking a nap
Slow down, it's Sunday
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap.

If you've got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday in New York."
                  ~ "Sunday In New York"  
      ~Composed by Peter Nero
 for the 1963 film  "Sunday In New York"
                              & 
    Recorded by the wonderful Bobby Darin 

It's not Sunday but instead Sundae fun-time
in New York as people line up at a cheery
ice cream truck for shakes, sundaes and cones
on a sunny April day in Lower Manhattan.  
                          

  

Friday, April 1, 2016

Waiting For You ...



"There's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream."
                          ~ Thomas Moore,
                                    Irish poet
                                        ~ 1779-1852

A spring sunset beckons as a bud brushes a
beautiful blossom while it waits for the bud to bloom on my favorite magnolia tree at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania. 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Dance Of The Dogwood ...


                               "Legend Of The Dogwood"
                                                ~

At the time of the crucifixion, the dogwood had reached the size of the mighty oak tree. So strong and firm was the wood that it was chosen as the timber for Jesus' cross. 
                                                 
To be used for such a cruel purpose greatly distressed the dogwood. While nailed upon it, Jesus sensed this, and in his compassion said, “Because of your pity for my suffering, never again shall the dogwood tree grow large enough to be used for a cross. Henceforth, it shall be slender, bent, and twisted, and its blossoms shall be in the form of a cross – two long and two short petals.

"In the center of the outer edge of each petal will be the print of nails. In the center of the flower, stained with blood, will be a crown of thorns so that all who see it will remember." 


Blossoms of a beautiful pink dogwood tree
dance in the May breeze on a sunny spring
afternoon in Allentown, Pennsylvania.