Good morning! It’s Monday, and Mother Nature’s seed distribution is now in full swing. Here, before the jostle of wind or rain or passing person, we will pause to admire the tidy arrangement of these hollyhock seeds.
Again you teach me something. Thank you. My father's favorite flower was the hollyhock, but obviously I was not very observant, as I had never seen this. The quote is spot on too - I think we could learn a lot from the wisdom of nature.
How lucky and blessed we are to have eyes to see, feelings to take in, joy to share this natural gift of the season, flowers fading into seed heads, into the earth again over winter. And then, “to survive death’s blow, alive, to make another spring.” Last line of a poem my grannie wrote.
What a beautiful pattern--knit or woven.
I love hollyhocks but somehow they've never grown here. They may need more sun than where I plant them....
Perfection. The golden mean I bet.
They are so beautiful! Yes, A wonderful inspiration for knit wear!
Quite beautiful.
Again you teach me something. Thank you. My father's favorite flower was the hollyhock, but obviously I was not very observant, as I had never seen this. The quote is spot on too - I think we could learn a lot from the wisdom of nature.
They look like they belong in a Star Wars movie!
How lucky and blessed we are to have eyes to see, feelings to take in, joy to share this natural gift of the season, flowers fading into seed heads, into the earth again over winter. And then, “to survive death’s blow, alive, to make another spring.” Last line of a poem my grannie wrote.
Thank you, clara, for the beauty.
Wise grannie
I love hollyhocks. And a little order is what I need right now.
And it's a lovely palate for a color work sweater. Thank you Clara.