All living things that grow from the earth seem to have one thing in common: patience. Seeds form, then drop and wait for the right conditions to sprout. Stems and…
Originally posted on WeedImageoftheDay: Iced Promises I hold your hand and you hold mine in sun and frost, together bonded in this year and the next. We are a promise…
The urban landscape becomes nothing but a tamed disregarded space without some invaders to shake things up. Spring’s totem, the Poppy, clambers for the role, squeezing into a crack and…
Hello Life! Hello Sun! Hello new day! I open myself up on this brand new opportunity for life and living, seeing and thinking, doing and being me. Me? I am…
Hello friend. I needed to see you today. I needed to hear your voice. I needed a ray of sunshine, and a smile and there you are; beaming at me.…
Let’s bring our hot cups of coffee outside, and meet in the middle between your house and mine. No make up, no hair styled, just natural – even bathrobes and…
No matter how old, no matter how deeply etched the wrinkles may be; whether she is plagued by pimples or dry skin or achey joints, a girl will always be a girl.…
I’ve been parched. I’ve been dry. My throat was raw and my eyes were red and puffy. Things I’d been able to see were blurred, or dull, without texture or importance.…
The tumbleweed wanted to celebrate having survived the winter and entering spring as a fully mature tumbleweed. There was something absolutely awesome about being a tumbler, always rough and ready to take…
