Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Clematis and Rue
In a desire to make life less complicated,
I'm using my phone to take more pictures.
Remember, R.H. has been my cameraman most of the time.
He gets better quality but I know what I want in the frame.
And the poor man is often pooped after a day at work.
The last thing he needs is a list of things I want photographed.
I clipped one spray of clematis.
It was all I could reach without a ladder.
I don't climb ladders anymore.
Oscar Wilde wrote this about clematis:
"In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis,
and year after year the green night of its leaves
will hold its purple stars."
That's lovely but his The Picture of Dorian Gray
sounds far too depressing for me to enjoy.
I also clipped a few sprigs of rue,
an astringent herb
that reminds me of a book I love,
Elizabeth Goudge's Pilgrim's Inn,
the middle book in Goudge's trilogy
of the Eliot family.
In Pilgrim's Inn, the Eliot family moves to an old inn
called The Herb of Grace, referring to rue,
Herb of Grace O' Sunday is its old fashioned name.
Doesn't this herb remind us of Rue
Here's another vase I arranged in my bedroom,
some pretty pink astilbe.
And Nora is perfect with the pink astilbe,
don't you think?
I'm seeking a less complicated world.
Taking pictures with my phone is one change.
There will be more.
Everything doesn't have to be perfect, does it?