Stopping to smell the flowers

June 15, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I rushed to the grocery store for a few things before the kids got home, skipping aisles to avoid wasted time. Loaded the bags in the car and hopped in the driver’s seat before I noticed them: flower pots everywhere. If I don’t have time to photograph the flowers, I decided. then something is wrong […]

Magnolia!

April 23, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Flower of the day challenge: FOTD

Amaryllis

January 28, 2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Amaryllis for Cee’s Flower of the Day

Pick-me-ups!

September 25, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Freshly picked wishesa bundle of encouragement –immunity boost! (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.)

Pink!

September 4, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Pink petuniassuspended from white porch rail –gift to passerby. (For Cee’s FOTD)

Brown-eyed

August 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Brown eyes unblinkingbat golden lashes skyward –celestial flirt (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Floral Balm

August 7, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Eye-catching colourcontrast of red on yellow –I forget the rain. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Appreciation

July 31, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Flowers greet the rainface up appreciation –nourishment’s glow. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Adieu

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

How bright the coloursunlight creating shadow –dramatic ending.

Garden in Transition

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

Summer’s legacyfades – floral memories blurFall hues incoming. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Image from personal collection.)

Clam

Before mercurial attitudesI am clam –emotions shuttered Not that silence is calm –oppressed energy a danger –even shells can burst Question is whereshrapnel will strikewhen inevitable happens (Image my own)

Alleys

What is it about alleysmagnifies fear? Is it the reflectionof inner passages,those narrow, dim lityears, when despair echoed endlessly? Days I forgotto look for light,imagined none discredited the truththat glory dwellseven in dark alleys. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

In My Defence

The Great Blue heron declares me an annoyanceto which the Blue Jays rasp accordance –I know I am akin to predatorbut I come here with needto this bug-infestedweed-riddenriverbed To be Tornas I amby an undefinablerustle, an inner bleedthat craves patterns, or signsnaturally occurring rhythms to definemy place within this current worldly disorder (Image my own)