Out playing in the shadows, watching, listening, dreaming, loving life.
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p.s.
Shadowplay is also a terrific song.
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Out playing in the shadows, watching, listening, dreaming, loving life.
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p.s.
Shadowplay is also a terrific song.
Good morning sunshine!
The garden is alive with chirping, buzzing, zooming life. Oh, and flowers! That top one is asclepias, just planted yesterday.
And sweet Paris, she likes to sun on the path.
I am going to meet a new baby today and kayak for the very first time.
Life is good!
XOXO
For my Grandparents, Mom, Martha, and Hef, who ask what flowers are blooming.
Two sunflowers in the south yard, with more than twenty on the way, all of them volunteers from last year, which makes me happy beyond words. The little white spot on the red one is a spider, zooming past my lens.
California Poppy – with bee running circles around the pollen. I’ve got a tiny circus in my yard.
Fuschia blossoms, freshly fallen
Mallow
Verbascum
Sedum
I planted one pansy in the raised bed last summer or maybe the year before. Now I have scores of volunteers, thanks to the little bronze jewel of a seed. Happiness spreads.
“My Love” Dahlia
Day Lily
Spiderwort
Carnation – sweet and spicy. I should make a boutonniere, so I can smell them all day.
Sea Thrift – about the size of the tip of the hubster’s thumb.
Foxglove
Hidcote Lavender
Jasmine – our back porch is heady with the scent!
Me at three, rosebuds blooming on my dress.
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The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
Ken Kesey
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Happy Birthday, Mom!
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Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.
Vladimir Nabokov
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