Original Photography by Leona J. Atkinson
Heirloom Roses–Portland Rose Garden
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. –Henry James
Enjoying a lovely summer day strolling among the roses in Portland’s Rose Garden. Such beautiful sights and smells.
HOW happy the holly-tree looks, and how strong,
Where he stands like a sentinel all the year long.
Neither dry summer heat nor cold winter hail
Can make that gay warrior tremble or quail.
He has beamed all the year, but bright scarlet he’ll glow
When the ground glitters white with the fresh fallen snow.
—Edith L M King
For months I had anticipated getting my first Journaling/Coloring Bible!
This last Christmas I gifted it to myself!
Original Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015
“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”
“Sellwood Park Path”
Original Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson
Original Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson
A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower.” –
Marianne Williamson
Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that winter’s woe was past;
So fair the sky was, and so soft the air.
~William Morris
“Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we re-enact.”
Robert M. Hensel 
Leona J. Atkinson 