31 mar. 2015
30 mar. 2015
In a Vase on Monday - a little bit of sophistication
Azi totul a început de la eșarfa mea preferată și o combinație de culori
care îmi place - fuchsia & turquoise - un pic de sofisticare.
/Today it all started with my favourite scarf and a combination of colours
that I like -fuchsia & turquoise, a little bit of sophistication.
26 mar. 2015
In a Vase on Monday - imprimavarare
Vaza de luni de joi - împrimăvărare/ The Monday vase of Thursday - slowly slipping into spring.
25 mar. 2015
Face oricine ce vrea
O singură lege în grădină: „Face oricine ce vrea”
”În grădina mea, şirete,
Piersicile-s violete,
Iar prunele, şi mai şi,
S-au făcut portocalii;
Căţăraţi cu mult dichis,
Strugurii cresc în cais;
Castraveţii cum să spun,
Au pornit să urce-n prun,
Pe-o tulpină de mărar,
Se roşeşte-un gogoşar;
Sub o frunză de măcriş
Creşte-o floare pe furiş
Sub o tufă de urzici,
Ziua doarme-un licurici
Sub un fir de caprifoi
Stă şi toarce un pisoi
La umbră de pătrunjel
Doarme dus şi un căţel
Profitând că nu-s un zbir
A crescut şi-un fir de pir
Şi văzând că-i slobodă
Creşte-n voie-o lobodă
Ba, ceea ce-i prea de tot
Se întinde şi-un troscot
Iar un dovlecel grăbit
Sare gardul ilicit.
Ce să fac? Tot ce se poate
Că-i prea multă libertate.
Mi-a spus mie o furnică:
Multă libertate strică.
Iar o viespe rea de gură
Mi-a spus că-i harababură.
Dar nu vreau să schimb nimic,
De aceea şi eu zic: Uite că-n grădina mea
Face oricine ce vrea”.
(Ana Blandiana, 73 de ani, azi)
24 mar. 2015
Tuesday spotlight - muscari armeniacum
Tuesday spotlight - muscari armeniacum, zambila - strugure, armeanca albastră cu miros de mosc.
22 mar. 2015
Bergenia cea cu urechi de elefant
Bergenia cea cu urechi de elefant și cu aere de Himalaya e vedeta de azi a grădinii.
21 mar. 2015
Last weekend, see you next year!
Jeanne d´Arc crocus, last weekend in the garden, see you next year!
20 mar. 2015
19 mar. 2015
Primrose, love&happiness
”The main meaning for the Primrose is love and happiness so when giving a bouquet with these flowers in them, be sure that you have the right intensions when presenting them. It is said that when you give a bouquet of Primroses then you are telling the other person that you cannot live without them.
Primrose is also used for medicinal and culinary purposes making it not only a beautiful flower to look at but a very useful one too. Primula Veris was made into cowslip wine and was used as a sedative. The juice of the flowers was often combined with other ingredients to produce anti wrinkle creams and was also used in the treatment of facial spots. These flowers were also used as a treatment for nervousness and palsy by combining the flowers with sugar and boiling them until they formed syrup. For culinary purposes some of the primroses can be used as garnish or eaten in salads. The Primula vulgaris is very popular for these purposes as well as for wine and preserves.
Poets have also used the Primrose to express themselves through the ages from William Shakespeare in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” to the 19th century poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem “To a Primrose.”
To A Primrose
The first seen in the season
Nitens et roboris expers
Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat.
- Ovid, Metam. [xv.203].
Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,
That peeping from thy rustic bower
The festive news to earth dost bring,
A fragrant messenger of Spring.
But, tender blossom, why so pale?
Dost hear stern Winter in the gale?
And didst thou tempt the ungentle sky
To catch one vernal glance and die?
Such the wan lustre Sickness wears
When Health's first feeble beam appears;
So languid are the smiles that seek
To settle on the care-worn cheek,
When timorous Hope the head uprears,
Still drooping and still moist with tears,
If, through dispersing grief, be seen
Of Bliss the heavenly spark serene.
And sweeter far the early blow,
Fast following after storms of Woe,
Than (Comfort's riper season come)
Are full-blown joys and Pleasure's gaudy bloom.
Nitens et roboris expers
Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat.
- Ovid, Metam. [xv.203].
Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,
That peeping from thy rustic bower
The festive news to earth dost bring,
A fragrant messenger of Spring.
But, tender blossom, why so pale?
Dost hear stern Winter in the gale?
And didst thou tempt the ungentle sky
To catch one vernal glance and die?
Such the wan lustre Sickness wears
When Health's first feeble beam appears;
So languid are the smiles that seek
To settle on the care-worn cheek,
When timorous Hope the head uprears,
Still drooping and still moist with tears,
If, through dispersing grief, be seen
Of Bliss the heavenly spark serene.
And sweeter far the early blow,
Fast following after storms of Woe,
Than (Comfort's riper season come)
Are full-blown joys and Pleasure's gaudy bloom.
(http://www.birthstonezodiac.com/delicate-beauty-for-the-month-of-february/)
Primroses and their fairy
Primroses and their fairy.
The
Song of the Primrose Fairy
The
Primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent
is sweet and good:
It smells
of every happy thing
In sunny land and wood.
In sunny land and wood.
I have not
half the skill to sing
And praise
her as I should.
She's dear
to folk throughout the land;
In her is
nothing mean:
She freely
spreads on every hand
Her petals
pale and clean.
And though
she's neither proud nor grand,
She is the
Country Queen.
by Cicely Mary Barker
by Cicely Mary Barker
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