The Flower School

Morning Glory Brilliance

"When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and
June showers come down,
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath
to blow its bagpipes amongst the bamboos.
The crowds of flowers come out of a sudden,
from nobody knows where,
and dance upon the grass in wild glee.
Fuschia Fantasies

Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground.
They do their lessons with doors shut,
and if they want to come out to play before it is time,
their master makes them stand in a corner.
Vermillion ScepterWhen the rains come they have their holidays.
Branches clash together in the forest,
and the leaves rustle in the wild wind,
the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and
the flower children rush out in dresses of
pink, yellow and white.

Cloud Flowers
Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky,
where the stars are.

Lavender Dreams
Haven't you seen how eager they are to get there?
Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?

Golden Curls 
Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms,
they have their mother as I have my own."

This poem is from 'The Crescent Moon' by 

Rabindrath Tagore

Flower Photographs are by Noelle Renee

Flowers courtesy of the Creator. Heavenly Music Courtesy of Delibes and Molly Sander (an excellent photographer in this film –much better than moi ).


  1. They do have some lovely shots -- we can all learn from their best ones. We just have to keep at it until our skills are honed. I like some of their desaturated, abstract-looking ones.

  2. I think your flower photos are marvelous!

  3. Thank you, Leslie. I truly appreciate that. Your art makes me want to do more.


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