With
hollyhocks was kept ablaze;
In all my recollections they
In friendly columns nod and sway;
And when to-day their blooms I see,
Always the mother smiles at me;
The mind's bright chambers, life unlocks
Each summer with the hollyhocks.
-Edgar-Albert-Guest
In all my recollections they
In friendly columns nod and sway;
And when to-day their blooms I see,
Always the mother smiles at me;
The mind's bright chambers, life unlocks
Each summer with the hollyhocks.
-Edgar-Albert-Guest
Flowers don't worry
about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light
and that makes them beautiful. ~Jim Carrey
August, the summer day
oil on canvas, plein air
30x30in, copyright Jan Yates 2014
available
Beautiful, Jan :) Hollyhocks are such an old-fashioned flower; brings to mind my grandmother and how she'd grow them along the fenceline.
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