"Man ist dem Himmel nirgendwo naeher als im eigenen Garten"
Rainer Maria Rilke
"One is nowhere closer to heaven than in one's own garden"
3 weeks later on April 14th
on April 25th
This enormous semi-double peony is sweetly scented;
deeply curved large flowers of light pink.
Each petal is darker at the base
and curls around a center of golden stamens.
An early bloomer.
...beginning of May, only a few days later....
...very sadly - rained off.
"Embroidered garden, everywhere there, fettered with famous flowers;
My steps are blocked by the red tiers of budding crimson
I ponder on your favors, which resemble the colors of springtime-
Upon tree peony branches, indeed their glory’s profuse."
Lu Shusheng (Ming Dynasty 1368-1644)
29th of March
first buds - getting ready for the "show"...
...I cannot wait....!
nearly 4 weeks later...on 22th of April....
...and after another week....
...it's raining, raining....
but then with...
Showing me all of their beauty?
Here we are - a few days later on 6th of May
Back to "normal" - back to rain....
on May 9th....
I'm not the only one.
tree peonies have been objects of aesthetic fascination
since at least the Sui Dynasty (589-618 CE).
Painters and poets have worked to capture the ephemeral beauty of the blossoms.
see also my post "Ode to the Peony" here
Tree peonies are also used to evoke female nature, love, prosperity and status.
The Blossoms of Luoyang
"My lover is like the tree peony of Luoyang,
I, unworthy, like the common willows of Wu Chang.
Both places love the spring wind.
When shall we hold each others hands again?
Incessant the buzzing of insects beyond the orchard curtain
The moom flings slanting shadows from the pepper tree across the courtyard.
Pity the girl of the flowery house, who is not equal to the blossoms of Luoyang."
Ting Liunang (Tang Dynasty, 618-907)
Peonies at Jixing Temple
"Springtime radiance, gradually, gradually where does it go?
Again before a wine jar, we take up a goblet.
All day we’ve questioned the flowers, but the flowers do not speak.
For whom do they shed their petals and leaves, for whom do they bloom?"
Emperor Yang (Sui Dynasty, 569 – April 11, 618 )
bye bye....until next year.
“Gardens are poems where you stroll with your hands in your pockets."
(Les jardins sont des poemes ou l'on se promene avec les mains dans les poches.)
Pierre Albert-Birot, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
"It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose,
and the eyes will take care of themselves"
Robert Louis Stevenson
in February, March and April
creating a scented white 'simphony'
lifting up our rainy gray spring days...
the heavenly 'jasmine-like-scented' Viburnum came into flower...
"Moments of Happiness"
"Japanese Honor" peony
lifting and brighten up this year's spring,
a rained-off, gray spring which I call "a green painted winter"!
Oriental Poppy - just that little color spot...
middle of May...
and in June.....
...when rain continued...
...“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask?
A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
giving a 'pre-taste' of summer
together with Lavender and "Curry-plant"...
"gone with the rain"...
Deutzia is named after the 18th century Dutch patron of botany,
Johann van der Deutz.
Nature's own design and creations:
giving an interesting contrast
together with the brownish leaves of the Hazelnut tree,
climbing/spreading over - not yet flowering - other shrubs...
in June, after the flowering Clematis:
evergreen Firethorn Pyracantha coccinea
and evergreen Fatsia Japonica
Pyracantha coccinea is the European species of Firethorn
that has been cultivated in gardens since the late 16th century.
The evergreen shrub/tree has small white flowers.
It produces small, bright red berries in autumn.
If I could only paint....!
"This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open - pools of lace - white and pink
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes into the curls,
craving the sweet sap, taking it away
to their dark, underground cities -
and all day under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air, and rise,
their red stems holding all that dampness
and recklessness gladly and lightly,
and there it is again - beauty the brave, the exemplary, blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness,
their lush trembling,
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?"
by Mary Oliver
Drinking with Friends Amongst the Blooming Peonies
We had a drinking party to admire the peonies.
I drank cup after cup till I was drunk.
Then to my shame I heard the flowers whisper,
“What are we doing, blooming for these old alcoholics?”
–Ling Huchu (Tang Dynasty)
In a Japanese garden, every tree is perfectly pruned, without a leaf out of place.
Nothing is planted without forethought as to the exact place appropriate to it.
There are English gardens that are famous for their roses and perfect lines of shrubbery.
The number of garden types are too numerous to mention.
The number of garden types are too numerous to mention.
It is joint creation between man's intention to create a space of tranquillity
and nature's ability to comply.www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
...and tomorrow is the first day of summer....