Snow and Snapdragons

November 21, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Snow on snapdragons – Nature’s attempt to oppress – seasonal showdown. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.)

Yellows for Mum (Flower of the Day)

November 19, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Joy is yellow, bright sunshine, lively frocks, Mom’s loving influence. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

White Roses

November 17, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Mythological – a rose, whose hue, so pure, embodies true love. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Pink Mums

November 16, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Misinformed, green fails to fade to brown, clings to pink, conspires against Fall. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Dahlia

November 12, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Days shorten, threaten – icy shards of rain torture lingering red holds. (Cee’s FOTD)

Buzzing (FOTD)

November 8, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Greedily lapping life’s bounty, buzzing manic – as if death is near. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Simple Pleasures (FOTD)

November 3, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Pluckable petals remind me of simpler times – “Loves me; loves me not”. (Cee’s flower of the day.)

A Rose for Love (FOTD)

November 2, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Hardy as a rose resisting Fall’s warning chill – our love does not fade. (Cee’s flower of the day)

Petunia Persistence (FOTD)

October 26, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Last of its breed, this pretty purple persists. (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Autumn Sweetness (FOTD)

October 23, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

How does nature choose her hues – the subtlety of pink with blushing cores – sweetness conveyed with such simplicity? (Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Resilience

Boxes are filling up around us. We’re making a dent in our to-do lists. Doubt seeps in. Are we doing the right thing? Then I remember all the reasons behind making this choice and affirm: We are dismantling one life to build another, purposeful existence.

Monday Mood: squirrely

The movers need to be arranged, and the closets sorted and packed, and when was the last time we bought groceries…. Head and attention are going in too many directions at once, and I’m exhausted before I get started. Might be a little cranky too. The stress of moving is real.