I like gardening – it’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.
Alice Sebold
It’s wonderful to observe a tiny seed to grow in something beauty as flowers or nutritious as these cucumbers.
Gardening pleasures
Author: Elizabeth
Exquisite
Memories
a blink of an eye memories of happiness the truth and the lies surrounded by the branches whispering between the lines
Tanka Tuesday: Theme prompt – “Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse
Infinity
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the pam of your hand,
And eternity in an hour
William Blake
Have a great week everyone!
Slow Sunday
Slow Sunday! No running, just taking easy. Lots of journaling time, and most of the time indoors, heat wave warning, so keeping cool with journals and books. And you? How is your Sunday so far?
Gratitude Saturday
a cup of coffee in my hands wet grass under my bare feet flowers pleasing my eyes birds singing in joy a new day, new possibilities! Have a great Saturday! Square Perspectives
Flying
Magical
May you touch dragonflies and stars,
dance with fairies and talk to the moon.
Unknown
We have lots of butterflies and bees in the garden, but not so much dragonflies. When I spot one of those, I believe that it’s bringing a message to me, or it’s a sign of transformation, something I need to change.
Magical moments are always welcome!
Side by Side
We did 5.6K today! Side by side! Two summers ago hubby had to carry me from the bed to the bathroom. The recovery path isn’t easy, it takes time, little by little, step by step.
Some of you know what I’m referring to, you were there with me and your love helped me a lot. I still can’t write about it, a nightmare that I need to forget, but I know I should write it down to remind me that I survived, I’m here! As I said, step by step, maybe one day!
Adrift
she's adrift no grounding the fear is loud bathed by the new moon lone under the darkness the past said only farewell a few fragments of memory the future is lost into the fog
Colleen’s poetry challenge this week is a photo prompt. My entry is a reverse nonet. Hope you enjoy!
Tea & Paper 