Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

This photo above shows a single large magnolia blossom. It is past its prime so you can't see why God calls magnolias the lotuses of the air.
Thank you, beloved Heaven Admin, for so patiently uploading the photos.
There are more photos later on.
One of the loveliest things about teaching English in public school was sharing poetry with children. Children really love poetry. And just think! I was paid for reading poems out loud and listening to 30 or so seventh-graders recite them from memory. You know a poem isn’t meant to be just read, but read aloud again and again. This poem -- and others -- heard so often became very dear to me.
This poem by A. E. Houseman is one of the poems my seventh-graders memorized:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my three score years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
I thought this poem would be a good introduction to the photos of some of the flowering trees and plants where I live.

- the one above, bleeding hearts, also called fuschia

When I first saw a red tulip from the distance of my office window, I thought it was a red cardinal!

- weeping cherry with magnolia tree in the right background

- another photo of the weeping cherry tree -- it is so gracious.

- and another photo of same weeping cherry tree. Note the famous umbrella clothesline in background on right, also clothes hanging and clothes basket

- hasta plant and purple hyacinth

- meditating statue from yard sale

-another single large magnolia
Next spring I will be in Argentina and taking photos of other trees and flowers -- and mountains!
Comments
Thanks Gloria! It's nice to see spring in Iowa. Here we have lots of roses blooming right now, and lots of fog every day.
Joyce, just for those who don't know, you're writing from the San Diego area in California.
I remember when I lived in California, most of the gardens were lush almost all year, and I found I really missed the deep and exquisite joy and appreciation that spring in colder climates can bring.
Roses sure sound lovely, Joyce!
Are those bleeding hearts for real! Who invented those? I am so amazed by those bleeding hearts! Wow! We're going to take some bleeding heart seeds on the road trip Senora! The bleeding heart love tour :) We'll leave a trail of bleeding hearts.
I think all hearts should bleed. It symbolises a open heart to me. Tenderness and love overflowing.
You're getting pretty sharp with that camera.
Dear Gloria,
The best flower you left out. Take a photo of your smile into a mirror and we all see the most beatifull photo of all. Love Jack
Dear One, why, God invented the bleeding hearts. :)
But how did He get them to look like that!
And, Jack, God must have made you for the express purpose of making people smile. :)
Thank you for the photos and lovely thoughts, Gloria. I am amazed by the bleeding hearts, too, One. The small bush of them in my backyard is positively drooping from the weight of all those lovely open and overflowing hearts. But "drooping" isn't the right word at all after reading your Light-filled words. After reading your words, I suddenly understood why this flower has been one of my very favorite since I was a small child. So now I see that my plant is not "drooping" - it's "bowing" in reverence to all those beautiful open and overflowing hearts. DO take many seeds with you to Argentina!
Namaste!
Jo