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destinations, flowers, harebells, journeys, photographs, poems., summer
They say it’s not the destination but the journey.
I agree .
It is how I go in search of summer flowers.
These flowers are never at my destination
(I am usually cycling to the shop or a cafe or even a pub)
but along my way.
which is why a lot of the time,
it takes me a long time
to get to where I originally set out for.
because I constantly
get lost among summer flowers instead.
Once I tried to find out how many flowering species existed in the west of Ireland
but I couldn’t get a straight answer.
Couldn’t even attempt to count them
Maybe like the ‘journey not the destination’ philosophy, it doesn’t matter.
Maybe what is more important than the knowing of numbers and names
is the stopping and getting off the yellow bicycle.
and really truly SEEING them
(including the odd looking ones)
Contemplating them.
Getting down on hands and knees and smelling them.
Of all flowers of the summer, the harebell is my love.
I think you will have guessed that by now.
I have spent hours in their company.
I Have even written a poem in honor of them.
THE HAREBELL.
~
Look at you
Mo Spalpeen* Mo Storeen*
just a little slip of a thing
blue bonnet buffered by the breeze,
translucent as though made from fairies wings
I glimpse the sunlight through your skin.
your strong in spite of it
standing your ground you nod at northwest gales
And even when white horses whip the darkened sea
you don’t give in
but toss your head and look the other way
We could learn a lesson from you A ghra Mo chroi*.
~
*Mo spalpeen: My little rascal.
*Mo Storeen: My Little Love.
* A ghra mo chroi : love of my heart.
(sometimes I make flower foot prints in the sand)
Chandra said:
Hi Stephanie,
Looks like you had a great time snapping photos of lovely wildflowers.
Thanks for sharing your joy with all of us.
Peace 🙂
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stephpep56 said:
Hi Chandra, Glad you enjoyed them 🙂
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Mellissa said:
Beautiful!! I can get lost even by just looking at it!!!
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stephpep56 said:
Thanks Mellissa, over to yours now to have a peep 🙂
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Mellissa said:
You can always visit me! And SCSI would like to ask, do we post our assignments on our blog page or at blog 101 the commons? Thanks.
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stephpep56 said:
We post them on our blog page as far as I understand. thats what I’m doing anyway …but I’m not the best as these computory things:)
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urologynurseuk said:
Your photos are beautiful. So like where I grew up (Outer Hebrides).
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stephpep56 said:
Goodness, I did midwifery in aberdeen in 1979, I fell in love with the outer hebrides then, especially Harris,Hitching across to ullapool on my days off and catching the boat to the islands and camping out there. My photo’s are taken mostly in connemara which is very alike scenery wise:)
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urologynurseuk said:
Gosh, it really is a small world! I trained in Glasgow and now live between London and Italy, but still visit ‘home’ as often as I can, although that is nowhere near as often as I would like. I shall try and find a way of incorporating some of my photos in my blog – I’m sure I can find some tenuous link!!
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stephpep56 said:
Italy? how lovely.Will keep an eye out for your photo’s:)
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susurrus said:
Lovely pictures. My Dad taught me to respect wildflowers and never to pick them, although I made a few daisy-chains in my youth!
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stephpep56 said:
I think daisies are ok, they are quite prolific, It’s things like bee orchids I would be concerned about, also its not just the picking ,its the use of nitrogen heavy fertilizers etc etc etc, thanks for reading 🙂
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susurrus said:
My Dad knew a few places where wild orchids grew – I would not have lasted any longer than the flower if I’d have picked one of those!
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julitownsend said:
What a beautiful post – words, photos, and poem – they all tie together to transport me to other times in other lands. Wildflowers can be so small that they’re hard to see in the area I live in (although I can spot them!), but there are also beautiful fields of wild flowers like the ones in the UK in other parts of Australia.
We lived in Glasgow for five years, and visited Ireland along with many other places, and I just loved the flowers that grew everywhere in the Northern climate. You have flowers I’ve struggled to grow in my dry garden, and they’re blooming out of cracks in sidewalks and along side roads in Scotland.
My husband has a collection of photos of me crouching down and photographing small flowers. 🙂
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stephpep56 said:
Thank you for reading, Ireland especially the west has a very temperate climate and its warm wet summers lend to flowers, some like the fuchsia and montbretia among others are not native plants yet thrive in this environment, I love cycling and and exploring and finding . best wishes Stephanie:)
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julz said:
great post, lovely pics – have ended up following you on both sites now!
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stephpep56 said:
Thanks Julz, am still not 100% happy with my theme and lay out, especially after looking at a few like yours but fiddling eats into writing time so maybe best just leave well enough alone, ok going to take a break and peruse yours again:)
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lilypup said:
Your blog is just gorgeous. I also use Chateau and have seen quite a few versions of it. I like the way you are using it. http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
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stephpep56 said:
Thank you so much, I tried changing away from it as one of the assignments suggested but none of the others felt as familiar plus it was the only one I could find that allowed me to put a large foto of my yellow bike on the header, My muddled hen poetry blog was also chateau but I changed it to another one, might change it back yet…I had a look at your blog, I love the simplicity of it, I sympathise with you being bi polar though can’t put myself in your shoes… yet. I’m fairly steady on that front. It is so interesting to see things from other perspectives, I’m inclined to see life through rose tinted specs, most likely because I am not ready to face my demons yet, or else I’m too lazy because there has been a few, divorce , loss of home, cancer, empty nest syndrome etc etc etc…
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