IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Gorgeous they are 🙂
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Yes, they are!
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Beautiful and cheerful!
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Thanks
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Welcome!
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love all the happy pink!
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Isn’t it marvellous. Thanks Wendi. Hope you are keeping well.
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yes, it is absolutely marvelous. 🙂
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Beautiful magnolias! I had the big white ones when I lived in Virginia.
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They are quite spectacular…and messy, lol.
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You’re right! My husband used to complain mightily about having to clean up after them.
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There is a native Magnolia in Massachusetts on Cape Ann, and the town of Magnolia is named that because the local species were found there. It’s on the small side compared to the large specimens we usually think of as being Magnolia.
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Must be beautiful – a part of the world I haven’t visited yet.
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Those are really pretty! Well done! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks. This was before the snow, lol.
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