
“Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.” Ray Bradbury
“Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.” Ray Bradbury
beautiful image…gonna ponder that quote. Happy Saturday, Mike.
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Thanks Lois, I left out the part that might help you make sense of it: “Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are.” Happy Saturday to you too and have a great weekend!
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Ah, most helpful, Mike! Thank you.
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Also there weren’t many obscure sayings about Peonies.
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Such a full flower!
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Yes these can get very large and they usually blow around in the wind like buoys in a rough sea. But this time I jammed (gently placed) the flower in between the fence.
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Ha ha!
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And it still moved!
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The quote is a little bit too bloody for me – but the flower is beautiful, and also the blue ones of Lancaster.
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Thanks, the quote was written by a science fiction writer so he probably has a very vivid imagination.
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Are you one? (just joking)
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My writing is more in the style of Charles Bukowski. Self deprecating complaining about life and my imaginary world.
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