June 11, 2008

In bloom.



rhhardin said...

Multi-flora rose

Common Blackberry

Both rose family; none of those fancy flower-shop things for Ohio roadsides.

The multi-flora rose got planted around a lot for some purpose or other and then people decided it was a weed. Live and learn.

It's responsible for the increase of the northern excursions of the Carolina Wren population, which every few years gets wiped out by a freeze. But they like it for nesting.

rhhardin said...

cont. I think strawberry is rose-family too.

George said...

He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his heart pocket. Language of flowers. They like it because no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there a word. Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his sidepocket.

Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder did she wrote it herself. Doing the indignant: a girl of good family like me, respectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Thank you: not having any. Usual love scrimmage. Then running round corners. Bad as a row with Molly. Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic. Go further next time. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. Brutal, why not? Try it anyhow. A bit at a time.

Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it. Common pin, eh? He threw it on the road. Out of her clothes somewhere: pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses without thorns.

Bloomsday is near.

Trooper York said...

If you enlarge the photo and look very closely, you can see an aphid urinating.