Can't Say Enough About Green




Back at the first color post - purple - I told you that all these images come from the folder I compiled during my first blog experience, many moons, pixels and aps ago - woooooooo! Green has been my favorite color for my whole life and the images in this post run a grand sweep of experience. The Alba rugosa's first bloom - brave enough to bypass tight roots of that flourishing grass (and I don't mean lawn). The frog - Christmas ornament turned treasured bauble. Hand blown glass flower visiting nature for the photographer only. Hellebore in the little agate bowl that broke (nice to have its image). Charming Louisianna fence (how green and lovely it was there). Our new street sign. Porcelain Vine - (how enchanted I was by those turquoise and purple berries). Queen Anne's Lace (memories of childhood). Rose leaf extravaganza - it looks like a simple picture but took hours to create so you could see how diverse, once again, the rose world is. Thorns - too scary not to photograph! A machine part with super-glued mirror, hanging on our back fence.


Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its lovliness arises.

~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca



Am I Blue?
















As far as I was concerned, we were all the same color because our helmets were all blue.

~ Terry Hoeppner


The Images

Blue hydrangeas formed the base for the two arrangements- white roses the icing. The butterfly stayed still enough for me to move it on to the delphinum for a picture! It must have been in shock- 20 minutes later it was gone. The pretty house is in a little gold country town- I can't remember the name. Artist husband's fish sculpture swam in the garden for awhile. Pamela Temple's pansy basket. And me with camera in garden globe. (Love being blue.)



Orange Delight- roses and such






I live for meeting with men in suits. I love them because I know they had a really boring week and I walk in there in my orange velvet leggings and drop popcorn in my cleavage and then fish it out and eat it. I like that. I know I'm entertaining them, and I know that they know.

~ Madonna



A jazz musician is a juggler who uses harmonies instead of oranges.

~ Benny Green



He hangs in shades the orange bright, like golden lamps in a green night. 

~ Andrew Marvell 

P i c t u r e s

The rose at top is Pat Austin; that's me with daughter Oneita at the Berkeley rose garden; artist husband's ceramic head vase; persimmons from our tree; Mrs. Oakley Fisher hybrid tea rose; perennial poppy.


I never thought much of the color orange until my daughter Oneita bought an orange silk blouse when she was in high school. From then on I've reveled in it's power to stimulate both settings and senses.


PS- As a young family, husband, first daughter and I, spent many happy times at the beautiful Berkeley rose garden. The space is a tiered amphitheater built brilliantly into a hillside. How I studied those roses- little knowing in later years that my life would be devoted to them.