Any else dreaming of spring?
The steps to my garden are frozen
The jar patiently
Waits
For spring
To do its job
Noticing # 84
Tag: My garden
Noticing # 83
My garden
Still pretty in the winter
Snow flakes dancing
In the middle of the stillness
Have a nice Tuesday!
E.
Spice
The cucumbers and tomatoes are gone, now it’s the turn of the peppers. My garden is pretty with all the red shinning in there. These peppers are very spice, no kindness on them!
Reconnecting
The business of life and thoughts guide me far away from the peace, that point of balance hidden deep inside my mind. I’ll spend a few minutes today in my garden, solitude moment. I’ll bring my journal and a cup of tea with me and try to find the lost balance.
blooming
a beauty is blooming in my garden this morning. this bush has a later blooming and the roses are the most beautiful ever.
happy friday to you!
monday musings
this corner in my garden is where i recharge and reset, where i go to find myself in moments of turbulence, when i don’t know which is the path to follow and when the past is talking loud and i want to silence it.
have a peaceful week!
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
Square Perspective – Friday musings
- bare feet on the grass
- cup of coffee in my hand
- listening to the birds’ songs
- looking at the beauty around me
- gratitude in my heart
A tiny list for Square perspectives
Nurt Thurs :: June Flowers
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes and pleasant scents the noses.
Nathaniel Parker Willis
Hello, my friends!
I hope you find some time to enjoy the outdoors, it’s so pretty out there! Flowers, birds, butterflies, lots of dragonflies …, Nature is having a party of colours and scents. We all deserve a load of fresh air after the lockdown.
Sharing with Nurturing Thursday.
just because
Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth’s lips spoken without sound.
Edwin Curran
just because it’s may and my garden is blooming!
