22.4.11

Flowering Stairway

It stopped me in my tracks, those remarkable wildflowers growing upon the stairway.

There's no sign of abandonment more telling than plants springing up and thriving where they wouldn't normally. It's such a lovely little house and I can't help feeling fond of the flowering stairway.

7 comments:

  1. What an interesting place for a flower to grow! But it is quite lovely :-D

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  2. What is better than a sight so beautiful and unexpected it stops you in your tracks? This is an enchanting sight. Nature's resurgence in unlikely places is reassuring to me... but somehow, that reassurance is tinged with sadness. Does that make sense?

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  3. Yes, it makes sense to me.

    We people and our things, houses, creations, they all decay and this image is essentially one of loss--the abandoned state of the house makes me feel sad for it, sad for the silence where (I imagine) there was once all the sounds of a family. There's still life there beautifully, miraculously shooting up out of the stone steps. But it's not the same.

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  4. Looks like a fixer upper for sure... maybe you could track down the owner, and take it off their hands for a song and a dance ? Sure looks like it needs some loving care anyway... And if you like vines growing wild in the living room, this could be the place for you !

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  5. Seeds have a way of lodging and growing in all sorts of nooks and crannies ... they certainly do my garden and for the most part if let them be because there is something delightful about the wild garden ... as you have observed.

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  6. Owen, it sure would be nice to fix up this house, but I'm sure, though humble, this one is way outside my budget. If I had a few million lying around, I'd do it for sure . . . like everything else in Beirut, it sits on prime real estate that any developer would sell his own mother to acquire.

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  7. Joan, that's what's great about local, native plants. You don't have to coax them. They're all too willing to grow, grow, grow. For the poorest gardeners among us (that's me!) this is a real advantage.

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