I woke up today thinking of the photos I took at the Denver Botanic Gardens in January.
It was freezing cold, and the gardens were clasped in the icy grip of winter.
The pictures reminded me that love can last through any season.
And bloom again & again.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!
And as a final kiss, here’s one of my favorite poems from e.e. cummings:
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
What Gives 
I absolutely LOVE the first photo and the second one is my 2nd favorite! 🙂
It’s hard to slow down and spot the beauty when you’re freezing your butt off. Thanks for doing it for us, Betty, and for showing us, again, that humans and nature really can work together.
I just love botanic gardens (and gardens of all sorts) — but I also love winter and the cold beauty of dead (but soon to be alive!) things. Happy spring, BB!!
I have photographed Denver Botanic Gardens in March…not much in bloom, but you can tell it’s beautiful! Happy Winter 🙂
I love that you’ve photographed DBG in the late winter (and in Denver, March IS the late winter for sure). Here in Atlanta, things are already starting to bloom — a bit precariously — and that’s nice but I have to admit, I like a nice long winter!
Another great entry. great poem. great pictures!
I love e.e. cummings poetry and am delighted to see one of his poems here. 🙂
The Denver Botanical Garden doesn’t look cold in the pictures – perhaps because its not covered in snow? Your pictures are wonderful. As always. I like the tree with the white spots.
Isn’t that pine a beauty?? It looked like camouflage pants!!
Lovely post — Happy Valentines’ to you.
And to YOU, Damyanti … a bit late!!
LOVE the poem. Here’s one of my favorites for Valentine’s Day:
True love, to whom my heart is prey,
how dost thou hold me in thy sway,
that in each day I find no fault
but daily wait for love’s assault.
~Pernette du Guillet (circa 1520-1545)
oooh, that’s lovely and I’ve never heard it thanks for sharing!!
awesome poem.
it’s one of my very favorites — from the first line to the last, it’s a poetry smackdown, right?
Beautiful….thanks and Happy Valentine’s Day to you!