The autumn sun lights up foliage like tips of a candle flame, chartreuse globes sway in a warm Southern breeze, wind chimes tinkle a jazzy melody. All is peaceful when Mother is happy.
It’s April and Winters icy fingers still clutch at bark and stem. It’s a push and pull between cool and warm, a daily battle. Tiny tendrils, with fierce determination, push toward the sun, a little taller every day. Nodes swell, green pops her head from her hidey-hole. Spring will not wait. *** No prompt today … More Things are Starting to Grow
“You are always someones favorite unfolding story” ― Ann Patchett
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. ~ Buddha
Tiny Miracle You named her Sarah. She lived in the window of my teen-aged bedroom in a macrame hanger I made myself. She was so exotic, so otherworldly, so stunning in the Mississippi sunlight. In my twenties, she made the trip to New Orleans in the back of my orange Datsun, carefully cushioned for minimum … More Tiny Miracle
So I wanted to photograph Rose in front of my gloriously blooming amaryllis but she would have none of it. She doesn’t like posing, point a camera at her and she lowers her head or turns her back. She’s too smarty-pants for her own good.
Pink Amaryllis nods its heavy head, Sword fern rustles and waves in the breeze, Quaker parrots squawk their way across the sky. Good Friday morning.