Soon and verrrrrrrrrrrrry soon . . .

No Words for Saying Good-bye

If it's Tuesday, it must be tumblr . . . Week No. 22 — But first a word from Dr. Seuss . . .

"On the 15th of May, in the jungle of Nool,

In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool,

He was splashing…enjoying the jungle’s great joys…

When Horton the elephant heard a small noise.

So Horton stopped splashing. He looked towards the sound.

“That’s funny,” thought Horton. “There’s no one around.”

Then he heard it again! Just a very faint yelp

As if some tiny person were calling for help.

“I’ll help you,” said Horton. “But who are you? Where?”

He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there

But a small speck of dust blowing past though the air."

Ah, another Tuesday is upon us! And, if you follow this blog you know, if it's Tuesday, it must be tumblr, but today is not just any Tuesday: Today, is May the 15th, an important day in the jungle of Nool, as evidenced in the text posted above written by Dr. Seuss, an author I have referred to a number of times here on TLLG, including an entry you may refer to by clicking here.

And, if you aren't taking a trip to the jungle of Nool, here's a link to all of my posts on nybg's tumblr — they're really cool.

Singing in the Rain

What remains from my glorious H.F. Clematis flowers are singing in the rain, and I've featured a couple of them in the images posted above this entry, as well as on nybg's (New York Botanical Gardens) tumblr. This vine's flowers —  no matter what state of growth they are in — always add ambiance to my urban (NYC) garden as evidenced by the number of blog posts that feature them on TLLG, including one that you may refer to by clicking here.

Mother's Day 2012

I have done volunteer work nearly every Sunday since 2003 (or has it been since 2002) at an assisted living center, a fact I've mentioned a few times here on TLLG (including a post which you may refer to by clicking here), and since today is Mother's Day, all the residents of The Home wished me a Happy Mother's Day today, knowing I am not a mother of any children, although sometimes growing up I felt like a mother to my own mother, as you may recall in one of my past  blog entries here on TLLG — which you may refer to by clicking here. 

On my way home, I ran into a young woman who asked me, "Are you a mother?" 

A Tarda's Lesson

Hello there, sweet pod

I have been missing the beautiful blooms from all my tulips, as they had such a brief stay in my urban (NYC) garden this season which was due to the heavy rainfalls we have had in the city this year. And, as I type this text, I am thinking who cares if I am missing my tulips? 

Blogging can be so narcissistic, which is one reason that I've been more sporadic in posting here on TLLG; but more regular on nybg's tumblr and  TLLG's Facebook's Page.

On the other hand, if you, dear reader, find yourself missing the blooms from the flowers in your garden or the flowers in public spaces in the area where you live, I am here to tell you that you are not alone: take heart in knowing that there is plenty of beauty to behold in what remains, as my Tulipia Tardas reminded me when I discovered their leaves still playing with the pods, long after the flowers were gone.