Flowers

  • Wildflowers

    I must remind myself: the wildflowers will wait. Continue reading

  • The Orchard

    As I sit quietly, alone, with the birds as my friends, I watch the orchard sway with the breeze and I ask myself: Is it the orchard, alone, I see? Or has the orchard become the miraculous creation of the… Continue reading

  • This Great Love

    I am the soft of you and you are the soft of me. There is nothing that taints this great love. Nothing, not even the words you cannot say while I stare, while I marvel at your majesty and blooming… Continue reading

  • Nature

    I sat beside the river and smiled. It seemed a little funny to me that us humans believe we are the stars of this Earth show and that nature is here for us, rather than with us. What if we… Continue reading

  • Just A Rose

    A rose is just a rose to those who choose not to know her. Continue reading

  • She Just Is

    Beautiful little flower. Her petals close upon the darkening sky and she sleeps, opening again to the morning sun. Searing heat tortures her softness. Storms tear at her fragile frame. Yet she keeps waking, opening. Closing, sleeping. She does not… Continue reading

  • Tulips

    How lovely the humans are as the tulips tip toe around them. Continue reading

  • Be A Flower

    Have you noticed how flowers open in groups? How certain flowers within the group open first, followed closely by a new lot that, for whatever reason, begin to grow and change at a different time. But always they open as… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 22. The Garden

    Once upon a time, there was a garden. And this garden— Well. It was the most magnificent garden in all the land. Because, in this most darling of places, every day was a new season… And every day was more… Continue reading