Farewell to May

June 3, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A single yellow bloom. Last photo for May, 2020. Unedited. Bushboy’s challenge. Hope June brings some resolution.

Peony

August 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Unabashedlyshe blooms, exerts her colour –prideful peony. (For Cee’s Flower of the day.)

Planning a Garden

June 25, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

Gardening is not my strong suit, but I also do not want to be the blight on the block, so Ric and I put our heads together to plan a garden. But where to start? The neighbours gardens are well-established and even their hanging pots look lush and well-pruned. Up until now, I’ve left the […]

Thistle in Bloom

March 11, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Hello Colour!

March 4, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

Purple Wisp

February 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Flower in Waiting

February 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Asserting fragrance,waiting on winged visit –flower hosts stray ant. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Orchid Ball

January 30, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Isn’t nature spectacular? I love the colour of this plant and how the petals all curve into one another like a ball of fire. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Upside Down

January 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nectar’s potency –not diminished upside-down –does butterfly seekperspective, or is uprightonly a human construct? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: upside-down.)

Beach Blooms

January 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Coarseness of gravel,spikes of hollowed reeds – yellowboldly intervenes. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Dialoguing With Other

I offer Rage a chairinvite a conversation She rants about childhoodand neglect, powerlessnessin the face of abuse And I nod and remember,suggest she’s also feeling grief And she talks about cryingalone, no one caring, and howI don’t let her cry anymore I put up walls, I agree,and ask how I can help Stop leaving me […]

Night Porter

Wee rowan laddrums me into nighta fabled rhythmconjuring mysticaloneiric encounters There is freedomin dreamingslipping ego’s holdsoul taking flight There is sorrow toofor when the drummer’ssong is donemorning must come. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Re-Cycling

Age, a rocky torbegs attitudinal shiftmore wonderthan fortitude Cyclical, actuallywisdom allottingchildish valoura dash of mellow. (For RDP’s prompt: mellow. Image my own.)

One Woman's Quest II

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