tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post8078374003002483793..comments2008-04-17T16:41:14.543-04:00Andréehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08159511912645034019meeyauw@gmail.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-39680440215207078342008-04-17T16:41:00.000-04:002008-04-17T16:41:00.000-04:00i think you really caught the beauty of glory... as a gardner i am often mystified by flowers that last for hours or even a day.. that one flower can be beyond beautiful and gone so quickly... can never bring myself to pick them..OneMoreBelieverhttp://pieceofpie.wordpress.com/category/onesingleimpression/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-6769824329125882832008-04-17T07:28:00.000-04:002008-04-17T07:28:00.000-04:00Absolutely adore the vibrancy of this flower. But you need to be there at the right moment to enjoy its beauty.<BR/><BR/>GemmaGreyscale Territoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17466540188839321484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-83323365831318513562008-04-16T15:08:00.000-04:002008-04-16T15:08:00.000-04:00My friend has these flowers in bloom on her fence currently and told me on Monday they don’t last very long. Beautiful! I published OSI posts on each of my blogs this morning … with a different focus on each one.<BR/>Hugs and blessings,storytellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14101550406171982090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-28233462675212619472008-04-15T11:53:00.000-04:002008-04-15T11:53:00.000-04:00This is one of my all time favorite flowers. I've tried to grow them here but havne't been successful yet.<BR/><BR/>The poem made me sad! Brought Icarus to my mind, of all things.byrningbunnyhttp://byrningbunny.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-8022446628093951082008-04-14T16:20:00.000-04:002008-04-14T16:20:00.000-04:00Love this!tumblewordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-71544752981604245602008-04-14T11:36:00.000-04:002008-04-14T11:36:00.000-04:00Beautiful moment, well done.Daniel J Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08284404430321001323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-14881711434759807392008-04-14T00:35:00.000-04:002008-04-14T00:35:00.000-04:00Morning Glories are a favorite childhood memory. I so enjoyed that they opened with the sun. I enjoy your lovely, sunny photo. :)Joycehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15201951577572323343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-5028036659425957252008-04-13T14:08:00.000-04:002008-04-13T14:08:00.000-04:00Beautiful photo and what a great philosophical haiku.Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16029722057577018059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-79349220978217766712008-04-13T13:34:00.000-04:002008-04-13T13:34:00.000-04:00A timeless question posed at the end that applies far beyind the morning glory. This is a really special poem. I like its focus and implications, and pic is really great.Billyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14815646433314236886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-68563521923362950552008-04-13T13:13:00.000-04:002008-04-13T13:13:00.000-04:00Such a stunning blue. Not at all familiar with this flower, so thnaks for shring. The carity on this is superbbabooshkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17162628972166464736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-5041961425892935962008-04-13T12:01:00.000-04:002008-04-13T12:01:00.000-04:00Muito bonita essa flor***Fotografia e Luz***http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962489184156665955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-21892685215377460072008-04-13T09:58:00.000-04:002008-04-13T09:58:00.000-04:00just lovely, kind of sounds like the rest of us. Most people reach up, don't you think?<BR/><BR/>Thanks to oldmanlincoln, now I know why I find bees <BR/>"sleeping it off" in my garden occasionally!gardenpathhttp://gardenpath.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-33654455921945109982008-04-13T09:24:00.000-04:002008-04-13T09:24:00.000-04:00What a beautiful Blue that is...<BR/><BR/>TomOld Wom Tigleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04167792394551286975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-52807037903278493852008-04-13T09:00:00.000-04:002008-04-13T09:00:00.000-04:00I love this beautiful flower! It holds so many memories of years gone by for me. <BR/><BR/>The picture of such beauty on an old fence is captivating!MyBellaviahttp://mybellavia.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-75468121332458734162008-04-13T08:38:00.000-04:002008-04-13T08:38:00.000-04:00This one set me thinking. The transience of life makes beauty bitter-sweet. Your poem reminded me that flowers, amongst the most beautiful things in the world, live for such a short time. I think this makes it all the more glorious when we see them again the next year.watermaidhttp://watermaid.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-18178681271299572132008-04-13T06:30:00.000-04:002008-04-13T06:30:00.000-04:00Yes, why? This is a stunner, Andree. Wonderful. It brings home to me the brevity of our time here and the nature of a beautiful life.<BR/><BR/>Old Man Lincoln's insights into the hallucinogenic power of this flower's offerings are all new to me, so I learned a lot here today.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://slcpoems.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Writing in Faith: Poems</A>SandyCarlsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-85744243724668710552008-04-13T05:17:00.000-04:002008-04-13T05:17:00.000-04:00Nice photograph. Did you know this particular blue morning glory produces seeds and pollen that cause hallucinations? Bees look and act like they are totally drunk and fall down, can't fly, stagger on their heads, and in a minute or two fly right back for another hit of pollen. I wrote and photographed the process last summer. <BR/><BR/>Abraham Lincoln in Brookville, Ohio.oldmanlincolnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17446089978716818109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-73251101863183532212008-04-13T03:57:00.000-04:002008-04-13T03:57:00.000-04:00i'm floored!zoya gautamhorizonnext.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-49912878874278562972008-04-13T02:52:00.000-04:002008-04-13T02:52:00.000-04:00Lovely blue morning glory, reminds me of the ones growing up by our chimney. I like to think that flowers are renewing each new season.WillThink4Winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16660942367303941481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039480482795893526.post-31553813165109858672008-04-13T02:10:00.000-04:002008-04-13T02:10:00.000-04:00Lovely photo. I like to think that the morning glory lives on in your photo and in the eye's memory. I like your poem, though.Ravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04996538460071167819noreply@blogger.com