"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
- Rilke
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flowers are truly in order today. seems like none of us can resist them.
Posted by: margie | 05/03/2010 at 04:26 AM
blooming most recklessly... I love that expression! We should be as bold as flowers... :o) Happy Day, Elizabeth ((HUGS))
Posted by: Tracy | 05/03/2010 at 04:36 AM
that quote is so lovely. thanks for sharing :)
xo Alison
Posted by: and flowers pick themselves | 05/03/2010 at 06:28 AM
Theo said, "Mom, those are *not* your tulips! I wish I could look at them and smell them." Mom wishes she could look at and smell her own tulips. You know, the ones he and his accomplice decapitated.
That would be a very noisy farm! Or maybe they'd harmonize...
Posted by: jen t | 05/03/2010 at 07:44 AM
Beautiful symphony of colours!
Colours, bold and varied, have been catching my eye today in a way that felt like they had something to tell me - I think I need to listen for their voices. Thank you for sharing this quote that helped me put words to that feeling. :)
Posted by: Josiane | 05/03/2010 at 01:14 PM
love this girlfriend.
i miss you.
i was wishing i was with you at the red mill, eating powerseed bread!
a REAL mill. how awesome would that be?
hugs.
c
Posted by: chrissy | 05/03/2010 at 01:14 PM
this....made me smile.
Posted by: kelly barton | 05/03/2010 at 01:27 PM
The quote and the picture- awesome. Made my heart sing.
Posted by: Julie M. | 05/05/2010 at 01:16 PM