"When the golden sun is setting And your mind from care is free
When of others you are thinking
Will you sometimes think of me.
When the golden sun is setting And the birds are flitting free
When of dear ones you are thinking
Won’t you sometimes think of me.
Think of me when you are happy Keep for me one little spot
In the depth of thine affection
Plant a sweet forget me not."
(From a Victorian autograph book
author unknown)
Photographed Sunday
8 January 2012 at sunset
Images © by Merisi
"When the golden sun is setting
ReplyDeleteAnd your mind from care is free
When of others you are thinking
Will you sometimes think of me.
When the golden sun is setting
And the birds are flitting free
When of dear ones you are thinking
Won’t you sometimes think of me.
Think of me when you are happy
Keep for me one little spot
In the depth of thine affection
Plant a sweet forget me not."
(From a Victorian autograph book
author unknown)
A favourite of mine
DeleteMy dad taught it me as a child
what a flavour this place has...
ReplyDeleteI like your pictures with those textures looking so different and so similar at the same time ...!
ReplyDeleteEnjoying the effect !
Marie-Noëlle
a branch trimmed tree is a kind of sad image.
ReplyDeleteIs that a nest in yonder tree?
ReplyDeleteThe bird does wander to and fro
Looking for forget-me-nos...
Ahem
Lara,
ReplyDeleteyes, absolutely!
How fortunate that Prince Eugene left these treasures to posterity and that today they are open to the public.
Charles Gramlich,
it is a garden, after all. The Vienna Woods can be reached by taking a streetcar right at the west gate.
Paris Breakfasts,
*smile* I saw birds, alas no nest.
It surely would please Prince Eugene knowing that you are looking for forget-me-nots. ;-)
Catching up, finally, I enjoy how each of these images balances the other so wonderfully...you have great imagination and creativity~
ReplyDeleteMary Howell Cromer,
ReplyDeletethank you! It was quite the surprise when a reddish-golden sun suddenly broke through the bank of clouds to the west, bathing the garden in an almost unreal light.