Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Monday, 15 September 2014

Dandelion Children - appreciate their extraordinary hardy beauty

Recent research has talked of ‘orchid children’ – those who without special nurturing and attention fail to bloom.  They have the potential to achieve a lot but with improper care can spiral downwards into addiction, self-abuse, depression etc.  There have been many articles on these orchid children – how to identify, help and encourage them flourish.  Parent’s websites and magazines abound in strategies to help them.

However, the 'dandelion children', those who thrive despite hardships tend to creep under the radar.  This piece is designed to celebrate these little rays of sunshine that make the world brighter despite being given an incredibly hard start in life.



Dandelion children they call you
No rare orchid sensitive to water and light
A resilient hardy species
Whose ugly roots go deep beneath the surface.





Through hardship they must dig deep.
Burrowing painfully in dark places.
Enduring pain and suffering
Not nurturing and kindness.
All that digging bears fruit
The bright-headed dandelion has roots
Fragrant flowers would die for.
Cheerfully resilient they are found everywhere!
Needing no brush to help them fertilise
No tender handling for efficient growth
Tear them out, eradicate with determination.
These deep roots will send shoots
Of new growth towards the light.
Dam them, enjoy them, endure them
They will out.

Once spent in their blazing brightness
They multiple a hundred fold
Scattering their off spring
With sweet abandon.


Knowing that these are a breed apart
Using every obstacle as a stepping stone
All setbacks an opportunity
To inwardly reflect
On lessons to be learned.
Steeled against philosophical circular ponderings
Or self-conscious preoccupation.
They've learned not to blame
What cannot be changed.
The dandelion children state their claim on life
Painting their happy sunshine colour
Prosaically common
Outshining the pretty and the rare.


Saturday, 16 November 2013

Sliema to Valetta by boat and foot - getting lost and finding good stuff

Went for a walk in Valetta today.  First I walked up the hill in Sliema.


The colours of the flowers are amazing and catch the eye.  The houses are equally unusual and even when dilapidated have a presence.


In Malta there are churches at almost every turn, all covered in statues and with often two clocks.  One is set at the wrong time to fool the devil – they say!


The blooms beside a doorway seem too pretty to miss so I do a close up.


Over the hill and I reach the ferries, this is where I catch a boat to Valetta from Sliema.


And as the ferry gets closer the view gets better and better.  I reckon Valetta should always be approached by sea.  The walls are so impressive from water level.


Arriving at Valetta.

Hugging the walls I make my way along the ramparts.


Looking back at Sliema I can see the ferry and where I have come from.


Nature is found even on the bare dry walls.


Now time to climb some stairs and the height of the houses surprises.


Every square meter seems used and the density of living quarters is apparent.The streets become narrow and yet full of life.  This is no museum, but a living city.


Some grand buildings, like the front of this one.


Haven’t a clue where I am going but have time to admire the greenery.


Who cares if they are lost when everywhere interesting streets entice.


Am tempted down one and find myself in the second oldest theatre in Europe.


Even better is the tea room and I take the opportunity to grab a pot of tea and have a well earned break.  I have never experienced this tea room and it is filled with light and has a lovely atmosphere. 


This has to be the loveliest place to chill.  I heartily recommend it!  Sometimes getting lost leads you to the nicest surprises.  Time to head home.