Tag: flowers
Happy Happy Pink Saturday Night!
I wish for you…
Maggie Mae. She loves to stop. And smell the flowers.
Most often…
When you think
I have forgotten
about you…
When your phone
doesn’t ring
when your text
doesn’t flash
when I’m not posting
any PINK Bling…
That’s when I’m
thinking of you
most often.
As I wander
through my flowers
flitting around
just a blue
butterfly orphan,
my only
nourishment
the flowers I walk in…
That’s when I’m
thinking of you
most often.
Jeanne Marie, 2014
You are so beautiful to me…
and
Sometimes our PINK is Orange
Happy PINK Friday!
Weekend Wish
Be the flower…
Two friends hanging out~thinkingpinkx2
Happy Mother’s Day!
One thing I ask from the Lord… Art by Michelle Marie and Jeanne Marie
Never change a thing about yourself
The sun goes down…painting my flowers a new shade of wow…
Night Flight of the Bird of Paradise
The Flower Whisperer, Michelle Marie at http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/
Love grows here in Jeanne Marie’s Garden
Don’t…
Fairy Dusted Flowers
Spring Planting…
Not Beaten After All
Jeanne Marie~How does your garden grow? From amazing friend, talented writer and awesome graphic artist, Michelle Marie. Thank you.
Weeds

Walking among the flowers,
bending to touch the weeds
they are fragile, blooming at will
sprouting from no planted seeds.
An array of splendor soon to be
fed to the noisy lawn mower.
Weeds, do you know that you are
as beautiful as any planted flower?
Purple, pink, yellow and white blooms
who decided that you were a weed?
While flowers close by are honored
in words and pictures and deed.
You keep on growing, waiting for my notice
instead you’re pulled, torn up and trashed.
Hey, stop swaying, let me take your picture
so for me at least, your beauty forever lasts.
by Jeanne Marie
The first picture is called an Air plant. It grows anyplace it wants to and while often latching on to other plants, branches and wires, it requires no soil. The next five pictures are weeds that grow wild in Florida. Silly Yankee girl that I am, I have nurtured and transplanted these beauties to each place where I have lived in Florida. Yes, the neighbors laughed at me. The last three pictures are of flowers, but since they appeared and were not planted by me at all, blown into my yard from where I don’t know, I count them as weeds. But I treasure my weeds as well as my flowers for which bloom should be called a weed and which bloom a flower? I just love them all.

































































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