I love this small flower for its tiny perfect beauty
and for where it chose to grow
From doing what was needed for others
now a time to walk with my own sense of life
but a moment before moving on
to be still…
thanks for what has brought me here
thanks for what is here
may it be honoured
in doing
and in being
And so it’s been a time
of saying goodbye
to people, to places
seldom by choice, these goodbyes
but that’s part of what life is made of
so…
…being able to say goodbye
well.
Last night’s sky reminded me of another picture, taken a lifetime ago. For various reasons this is what I call a farmer’s sky.
And so we’re into one of the warmest springs in memory.
Red sky at night…
Heading into a few warm days, only a couple of weeks ago this was early spring along the river.
Pulled some of the leaves away and these were underneath. At the moment you couldn’t tell they’re daffodils. But it sure looks like spring to me.
Okay, it’s not exactly all hands on deck yet, but the first of the fuschias is reporting in, that’s a good sign.