And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
~ Anais Nin
Joe
He's got a name... Until he tears up the wrong stuff or we figure out what to do with him.
Remembering
Today, in the light, I could hear the laughter and song of a beloved brother who has left the earth within that light was his light shining on some of his favorite flowers.
Remembering...
Wasp
Summer is about fire, play, spirit, and water.
It is youthfulness and aliveness.
Summer is heat, sound, passion, and sun.
It is insects, birds, spiders, slithering and croaking things.
It's web, pockets of light on the forest floor... and shadows.
It's yellow flowers, bumble bees, wasps, and pollen.
Summer is a symphony of hums, buzzes, clucks, tweets, and chips.
It's morning sounds and evening sounds - distinctly different.
It's cicadas, katydids, and whippoorwills.
Summer is buds on flowers and baby birds.
It's sweltering humidity and relief brought by a powerful thunderstorm.
Summer is stories shared over fresh vegetables and memories of grandmothers...
And sweet iced tea...
Summer is about living...
Flowering...
Fruiting...
