A memory is a photograph taken by the heart...to make a special moment last forever...and of all the memory-pictures that happy times can bring, the best are those that families make together ~
~ Author unknown

Friday, April 15, 2011

New Hydrangea bloom ~

Photo from my garden

Pink Hydrangea
by Rainer Maria Rilke
( translation: Walter Arndt )

Who thought such pink could be? Who knew it there
Accumulating in each blushing cluster?
Like gilded things which by and by unluster
They gently grow unred as if from wear.
That one should give such rosiness out free!
Does it stay theirs still, smiling where it went?
Are angels there to take it tenderly like a scent?
Or, it may be, they only let it go
That it might never learn of overblowing.
Beneath this pink there lurked a greenness, though,
Which listened and now fades away, all knowing.


  1. Another flower I love! Mom had two large Hydrngeas in front of our house when I was growing up. When Mom and Dad sold the house we dug them up they took part to their new house, my brother and I each took part.

  2. This is a lovely photo, the pink is perfect!