Botany 3.0

O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.

O gin my Love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa’,
And I mysel a drap o’ dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa’;
O there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast on beauty a’ the night;
Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley’d awa’ by Phoebus’ light.
– Robert Burns

IMG_0894Dreamy Pond (New Orleans, 2012)

IMG_33421Standing to Attention (Kent, 2010)

IMG_48601Keeping Busy (Olympic Park, 2012)

IMG_45241Stamen Envy (Montreux, 2013)

IMG_33263Gently Does It (Canterbury, 2010)

IMG_06282Seemingly Perfect (Basel, 2013)

IMG_42582I like Lilies, So Sue Me (Lake Maggiore, 2013)

IMG_5373Folk Woodland (Yorkshire, 2014)

IMG_0782Pushing Through (Greenwich, 2014)

IMG_0673Painting With Orchids II (Kew, 2013)

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