Sunday, April 27, 2014

Crimson Roses


"Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; 
you shall have your red rose. 
I will build it out of music by moonlight, 
and stain it with my own heart's-blood. 
All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, 
for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, 
and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. 
Flame-coloured are his wings, 
and coloured like flame is his body. 
His lips are sweet as honey, 
and his breath is like frankincense."

Oscar Wilde - The Nightingale and the Rose

Saturday, April 26, 2014

MySpot: Pure Mountain Day

"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. 
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. 
The winds will blow their own freshness into you, 
and the storms their energy, 
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn."

John Muir

Thursday, April 24, 2014

MySpot: A City of Red Brick

*Photos by Dreamboy 

"She wandered almost at random, zigzagging streets, (...)
stopping to admire the towering red brick buildings that channelled her along (...).
Looking up changed things, 
it revealed all the details on the old buildings: 
secret towers, spires, turrets. 
They were castles in the city. 
Rewards for those that saw beyond their shuffling footsteps."

Karl Drinkwater

Saturday, April 12, 2014

With Green Grass and Bursting Trees

"I still don't know a place with lovelier Aprils. 
The mornings and nights are fresh and cool (..).
The damp earth is as red as flesh, or blood, 
and so fecund that you can almost hear the thrumming, 
rustling push of growth up through it. (...) 
I could not seem to stay indoors at night in that first spring; 
I was enraptured with the startling, 
ghostly white showfalls of dogwood in dusk-green woods (...)
rolled like surf through the wooded hills of the northwest."

Anne Rivers Siddons

MySpot: One Day of One September

 *Photos by Dreamboy / Mihai

"Radiant joy is everywhere.
Spirits in tune to the spicy air, 
Thrill in the glory of each day."

Joseph Pullman Porter

At Shut of Evening Flowers

"What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! 
It would be a face without a smile, 
a feast without a welcome."

Clara Lucas Balfour