Monday, August 29, 2022

Mother Nature's Bounty

Meadow wildflowers make me smile.
 

 
  "He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul."
 
Celia
 
 




Saturday, August 13, 2022

Red Sky At Night



A peaceful sunset this evening.
Cooler temps, after a warm and breezy Summer's  day.
Peace.....such a lovely thought.


Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Bee-ing Busy

The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.
All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.
I thank them more than words can say.




 
 
 








 
 Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)