Yellow blur

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Yellow.”

Yellow

Yellow is a powerful accent color in my garden. It, and its close partner orange, are a perfect complement to my dominant blue-purple flower colors.

I think of yellow as a strong, intense pigment, but without washing it out or desaturating its intensity, in this photo the yellow is soft and ethereal.

I captured this photo of a False Sunflower last summer, 2014. It is one of my favorite flower “portraits” in my collection of botanicals. It is easy to take a flower photo straight on, dead center.

The petals of this off-centered blossom, blends into the background of its brethren in the garden. Hints of green lawn,blue sky and darker stems frame the image at the diagonal.

Not every image needs to be in focus. The dissolve of yellow in the background takes the viewer’s imagination off in another direction. A summer day in which to dream.

Find a garden — enjoy the linger!

Linger

Gardens are made for lingering. Color, aroma, and the cycle of life evolve right before my eyes — sometimes slowly and incrementally, other times annoyingly fast, like a pesky, hungry, hunter of a mosquito buzzing around my face with its proboscus set for my juicy upper arm.

Then I don’t linger.

SWAT!

Most of the time, the paths that I carved out and created in my not-quite-an-acre-world, command me to slow down. My garden asks me to pause, consider, drift, and linger.

And I do. With my body, with a camera, with my love.

A garden is the best lingering venue. Sitting. Kneeling, Digging, Weeding, Watering, Cleaning up.Thinking.

Lingering is also quite lovely with a glass of Pinot Grigio! Each sip is its own joyful linger of grape, citrus and sugar.

Benches are perfect lingering devices!

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I plan when I linger.

I am continually surprised if I let myself linger long enough. Imagine what I almost missed.

A burst of color today that wasn’t there yesterday. Taking notice of a senior citizen shedding its petals, one slow drop at a time, on its way of decay to become soil.  Happy to have met you!

You can’t notice these things if you don’t linger.

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Or escape that, I too, am a part of it all. This mysterious revolutionary movement of nature.

Lingering in the garden grounds me. I am shedding petals also — bone mass, collagen, elasticity, once thick brunette hair at a time is turning a fine, thin grey. I am shedding!

And it is all okay. I certainly won’t malinger over it!

On my way to becoming something else. I am contributing to it now.

It is part of the natural movement forward — a contribution I am able to make — and keep making still!

Peace through reflective lingering. The gift of, and in, gardening.

Sharpen the senses. Rest the mind. Linger. Drift past the flowers that grow so incredibly high!