tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post8959639597905745494..comments2023-05-26T04:32:45.816-06:00Comments on One Good Thing: DelphiniumBarbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-62978048094152614552011-01-28T00:11:15.766-07:002011-01-28T00:11:15.766-07:00I'm with others who've commented: An autum...I'm with others who've commented: An autumn harvest metaphor seems much more appropriate, and yes, that girl is really all we ever know of ourselves, isn't she? She's the core, there forever.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05060981990418144426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-47515985222373409912011-01-27T18:12:32.132-07:002011-01-27T18:12:32.132-07:00I wouldn't look at this stage as winter. I lik...I wouldn't look at this stage as winter. I like the notion of autumn - of reaping what we have been sowing, mature flowers, surer of ourselves than in the riot of the summer of our lives.susanvghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16350184275433959922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-48821755062327478712011-01-24T19:52:39.938-07:002011-01-24T19:52:39.938-07:00And the memory awakens, the seeds pop in spring!And the memory awakens, the seeds pop in spring!Ebiehttp://themain-ingredient.info/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-67853602355499456972011-01-24T13:09:49.891-07:002011-01-24T13:09:49.891-07:00We never think of ourselves as older than a girl -...We never think of ourselves as older than a girl - no matter what stage of life we're in. So nice to see it compared to Dephinium seeds.madeline40https://www.blogger.com/profile/06549058012582815995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-90076115037143674132011-01-24T09:34:59.073-07:002011-01-24T09:34:59.073-07:00I can identify well with the girl lurking close to...I can identify well with the girl lurking close to the surface. I wonder if we'll always feel that way.EG CameraGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12803759124643467711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-11336210873062188912011-01-24T03:45:07.074-07:002011-01-24T03:45:07.074-07:00Oh, Barb, please don’t associate your current life...Oh, Barb, please don’t associate your current life with winter. Instead I’d rather say autumn, the time of harvest, and yes, you’re really harvesting what you’ve accumulated within yourself. Not only you feel that summer girl lurking close to surface but also your loved husband or old friends would feel the same sparkles in you as you would possessed.stardusthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10684501661629146087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-22951175210745436142011-01-24T02:48:27.435-07:002011-01-24T02:48:27.435-07:00I love these words - and the fact that the girl, l...I love these words - and the fact that the girl, like summer's colour, is just there below winter's surface waiting for the sun - although she's certainly already in evidence on your sidebar photo - which is bursting with energy and life!Avrilhttp://www.onthewhitepage.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-75183952991944430032011-01-23T22:45:22.464-07:002011-01-23T22:45:22.464-07:00Of course she does. We are never old in our dreams...Of course she does. We are never old in our dreams. Beautiful.ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00615254210131699811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-75963353728100316802011-01-23T21:18:27.243-07:002011-01-23T21:18:27.243-07:00This time of year when I look at my sweet apple tr...This time of year when I look at my sweet apple trees... covered with icy frost, I think of the green that lies beneath ♥ and say a little prayer.Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196112590905903539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-86911896532273554042011-01-23T20:18:03.837-07:002011-01-23T20:18:03.837-07:00I like the metaphor between flower and self, altho...I like the metaphor between flower and self, although I suspect the girl that lurks close to the surface is still a vivid as her own summers.Merlene Fawdryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08318707687125028987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-26050204926067658012011-01-23T18:00:01.663-07:002011-01-23T18:00:01.663-07:00a great analogy, Barb.a great analogy, Barb.Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-50623460340366746522011-01-23T17:43:21.699-07:002011-01-23T17:43:21.699-07:00Don't you wonder if plants have memories? Ver...Don't you wonder if plants have memories? Very lovely, Barb.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509978691038206460.post-49382304837663569862011-01-23T16:12:11.946-07:002011-01-23T16:12:11.946-07:00And delphiniums are one of my favorite northern fl...And delphiniums are one of my favorite northern flowers. I loved this one, Barb. Such fun, these pebbles in the river.scmorganhttp://www.scmorgan.comnoreply@blogger.com