June

I’m besotted with June,

When all the roses bloom.

I’m head over heel with the scents,

The roses exude.

Though they prick me.

Oh yes, they prick me!

I’m too infatuated to care.

D. Yustisia 06/12/16

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The Irises Party

The weather has been glorious lately and visiting a garden seems to be perfect. On Saturday afternoon I visited Pardee Rose Garden because I know the irises are blooming everywhere and I’m pretty sure there will be some there. When I got to the garden, I saw the row of irises beautifully lining up on the outer side of the fence. It seemed like a party was happening in the garden by looking at the many colors the irises showed. Perhaps that’s what made Vincent van Gogh painted the Irises before he died. He captured the irises’ details intimately and created a stunning perception. I can’t paint as good as van Gogh, but I tried to capture the details I saw from the irises in the Pardee Rose Garden through my camera. Please, enjoy!

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

Irises of Pardee Rose Garden

The Study of Cyclamens

It’s the third month already in 2016 and I realized I haven’t been writing or posting any journal on this blog. I just started Instagram and I enjoy it so much. Through Instagram I know a couple of watercolor artists. I adore their artworks that involve so many details and brilliant colors. These watercolor artists often painting one particular object, such as a flower, and study it meticulously. I was inspired by their watercolor study that I call this journal “the Study of Cyclamens”. Cyclamen is a very unique flower. Its petals open up upward just like a swan lifting its wings. Cyclamens only available during winter and they are among the perfect flowers to lift up your spirit especially when winter feels too long. I got a pot of cyclamens from our market recently and I chose the white ones with frilly petals. I love them a lot and so far the cyclamens keep on blooming and I hope they will thrive for another season (I actually read how to take care of cyclamen after the blooming passes, so let’s see how it’ll turn out).

 

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Buckets of Flowers

The buckets were merely simple buckets. The plain-white-plastic kind of buckets. There’s no significant whatsoever that made theses buckets spectacular. If they stood by themselves, they were just buckets at the farmer’s market. But how some zinnias, goldenrods, asters and dahlias could make these buckets into something worth to look at. How their pinks, purples, yellows, reds and whites could splash some colors unto these undistinguished white buckets, like a blank canvas being painted on. Flowers amazingly are meant to beautify the containers they’re in.

Buckets of Flowers

Buckets of Flowers

Buckets of Flowers

Buckets of Flowers

Buckets of Flowers

Buckets of Flowers

If You Have to Get Lost…

Far away, it seems, in a land where the sun always shines, where the sky opens up and the air smells sweet, there’s a field full of sunflowers. Rows upon rows of breathtaking flowers, nodding and swaying. Nestled behind the stone fences that stand for hundreds of years, secluded between the tree shadows. If you keep silence, all you hear is the sounds of bees buzzing, moving from one flower to the next. They won’t even feel bothered, there’s plenty of flowers that you can admire. When you walk between the long stalks and the heavy flowers, you might feel lost. You might feel small. There in the land of summer, the sunflowers are the giants. Before you leave, you might want to make a wish, for another visit to a far away land, where the sun always shines, the sky opens up and the air smells sweet. Because if you have to get lost, why don’t you get lost amongst the sunflowers?

Lost in the Sunflower Field

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Rows of Sunflowers

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Sunflower Field

Sunflowers