-- William Blake, "The Wild Flower Song"
Could this be what William Blake was referring to?
|I caught this flower mid-"flight" while I was cleaning up the back yard|
No wonder it's called Bird of Paradise
Who knows if I'll be able to catch audible melodies from these petals, but distant peals of wedding bells -- for my cousin in San Antonio, Texas -- have certainly reached my ears.
So off I fly for what will no doubt be another raucous family reunion on my mother's side: the verbose side. My husband marvels at how my extended family can carry on several cackling conversations, one on top of the other, keeping all the threads straight somehow as we criss-cross, drop and pick up discussions. Without exaggeration, it's an absolute cacophony. (He generally retires into a quiet corner!)
I'll see you all when I get back next week!