on our way back from third street today, chanda and i passed these beautiful pansies on someone's steps on 10th street. they reminded me of the pansies i always liked to plant in our container garden in brooklyn (we had the bottom floor of a brownstone). i used to also buy the petals at the coop for decorating morgana's birthday cake. hmmm. maybe i'll try and plant some nasturtiums and pansies in our window this spring. we could have a special edible flower indoor windowbox.
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Saturday, March 12, 2011
pansies in planters on someone's steps
on our way back from third street today, chanda and i passed these beautiful pansies on someone's steps on 10th street. they reminded me of the pansies i always liked to plant in our container garden in brooklyn (we had the bottom floor of a brownstone). i used to also buy the petals at the coop for decorating morgana's birthday cake. hmmm. maybe i'll try and plant some nasturtiums and pansies in our window this spring. we could have a special edible flower indoor windowbox.
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