Our garden has lots of pinks and purples at the moment and the contrast of orange here and there.
The Moon Comes Forth
By Federico García Lorca
Translated by A.Z. ForemanWhen the moon is out
The bells die away
And impenetrable
Paths come to the fore.When the moon is out
Water covers land
And the heart feels itself
An island in infinity.No one eats oranges
Under the full moon.
It is right to eat
Green, chilled fruit.When the moon is out
With a hundred faces all the same,
Coins of silver
Start sobbing in the pocket.The Original:
La Luna Asoma
Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.Cuando sale la luna,
el mar cubre la tierra
y el corazón se siente
isla en el infinito.Nadie come naranjas
bajo la luna llena.
Es preciso comer,
fruta verde y helada.Cuando sale la luna
de cien rostros iguales,
la moneda de plata
solloza en el bolsillo.
greenbenchramblings
June 15, 2017 at 4:39 am
This little grass is a Briza, probably B. media commonly known as Quaking Grass because it never stays still even in the slightest breeze.
mybeautfulthings
June 15, 2017 at 10:52 am
Thank you. It is a very pretty grass. 🙂
commonprose
June 15, 2017 at 2:00 am
Gorgeous flowering creatures in the garden!