#10 Plant Love

A Poem

And you can make the words up for the poem.

The ones for this picture would be beautiful,

and soft and flowing.

Forever Again

Which means that you shouldn't worry that it's a week into the New Year

 and you've let go of those resolutions already.

Give it a stab tomorrow. And tomorrow.

And forever tomorrow.

Sacred and Fragrant

Spring is a week today, but we are still in the throes of winter. Life is indeed sacred, but I am getting hungry for blossoms and fragrance. The lovely thing about photographs, it brings it back and keeps us going until it's reality again.

Grow Separately

The sedem is bloomig. Green and non-descript for a seemingly endless time, it suddenly blossomee with pretty little delciate flowers. Individually they are so beautiful; as a group, they are so hardy.

Never Too Late

That's a hopeful thought. Every day is a brand new chance to work towards it. Something to reflect upon.

Kindness

It truly amazes me how fragile little flowers grow in the rock.  A gentle little splash of colour in the dullness of the gray; a soft place to cradle and hang on to a droplet of life's breath.  Much like an unexpected kindness in this world.

Growing Slowly

Now here's a lesson that we should all take to heart. How often do we think that we're not actually accomplishing much unless we're running around like fools. It would suit a turtle photo with 'GOING' instead of 'Growing'.

To Be

Yes, I know - it is a fairly obvious quote for a photo of two bees - not all that imaginative. But at least I resisted the incredible urge to write 'Two Bee or not Two Bee'. By the way - does anyone actually ever answer this question?

#36 Plant Your Own Garden

While travelling through a small village in Newfoundland, I came across a little house with the front porch right up to the road and a side lawn that was totally poppies. There was an elderly gentleman dozing on the porch, and I asked permission to take a photo and questioned him on how he got to have such a beautiful display. "I don't do nuthin'" he said, "I just lets them plant their own seeds."

#28 Gardens of our Soul

I can hear the wind a blowin' outside and the temperature is dropping. Seemed like the perfect time to post a memory from the summer. We'll be back to that before you know it.