Spring didn’t know we were in a pandemic and pulled out the stops to show off beautiful, aromatic bouquets. Summer continued the performance by dressing up in vivid, almost electric, colors.
BMORE ENERGY: Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Pinks and Purples
I loved the glass in the garden at the Denver Botanic Gardens. Dale Chihuly created gorgeous glass sculptures that grew alongside “rooms” of blooms. The resulting color comparisons were poetic.
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.
Hon, I write. I write picture books and chapter books. In my stories, the little girl inside of me invites other children to mark the place where the sidewalk ends.
In that place and in that space,
we explore the world with open minds,
share our curiosity and wonder,
marvel at spiders and stars,
and believe in the magic of our imaginations.
“Glass itself is so much like water. If you let it go on its own, it almost ends up looking like something that came from the sea.” (Quote by Chihuly.)
Dale Chihuly in Denver, Glass in the Garden
Dale Chihuly in Denver, Fifty Shades of Grey
Dale Chihuly in Denver, Orange Color Comparison
This is my second post featuring purple flowers. The original Purple Flower Power was seen last fall. As I mentioned in Pink Flower Power, taking flower photographs has been somewhat of an obsession this spring. I recently took a photography workshop held by Joy Yagid at Greenwood Gardens. Not only was I inspired by the flowers, but my imagination went wild when I came across stone royalty (look for them in a future post). Guess where I’m going to write, photograph and meditate on my dreams?
Where do you go to find inspiration?
In the Northeast, we are in between Autumn’s feast of colors and Winter’s crystal jewel box. Hon, here’s a shot of color. Call it a purple pick-me-up.