Nature

  • Tulips

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

  • Weeds

    Are they really weeds? These oddities popping up in the middle of your perfectly manicured green; frightening, uncomfortable, strange? Are they weeds? Or might you instead see them as they are? Daisies (not weeds) sweet and drifting among the emerald… Continue reading

  • The River Of Me

    The river didn’t think. The river flowed. Without question. Without worry. Today I become the river. Continue reading

  • True Colour

    We stand together observing a leaf as it floats in the pond of life. We watch its path together, and yet our eyes will never know the same leaf. And isn’t that the true colour of life. Continue reading

  • Soul Skating

    I attacked the garden today. Actually, as usually happens, the garden attacked me—but my goodness I enjoyed the time out there with all that green and lovely stuff. Until about thirteen seconds ago, this post was going to be about… 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

  • The Walk

    The walk was all the lovely things. I bet you didn’t think you’d be coming with me. Well. Here we are. Each of us in the bush. Side by side, a million miles between us. Happy weekend, friends. All the… Continue reading

  • The Day Ahead

    I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change… Continue reading

  • The Cottage House

    I suspect this weekend will be beautiful. I’m not sure how much you’ll see me here, if at all, my lovely bloggy friends. I’ll be all snuggled up under a blankie with a steaming cup of tea and a book,… Continue reading

  • The B Tree and The Shooting Star

    Have I told you about the B tree? The time my intuition asked me to take a seat among a forest full of trees, and there, etched into the tree I’d sat beside was the letter ‘B’? B for Brooke.… Continue reading