- Summer visitors -

Sometimes I have words, and sometimes I have pictures ...

- Love ... -

It - "Love" - is not a word,

nor a single action

In truth, it can never be wrong

          Like the sunrise, perfect in every possible way

It is many things and yet it must exist

in the small space of the heart

Once found it can bloom,

endlessly, with no cease

It can choke one's throat, bring

one to tears ....

          But it never hides in shadows
          or in darkness
          It never feeds itself on deception
          It grows with trust, honesty and compassion

Nothing less, always more

- "Unknown"- 

Light

Because of the way

the Light 

finds and holds you

transparent

I want to move

into the places of who

I am

Makes me

want to feel better

Makes me 

want to forever

be part of 

something else's greatness

and feed my own promise of 

contentment

- Free -

Birds and sky,

both

free

I want to fly like them, 

no tension, no woes, 

just me

with my wings and the sky 

-  Henry David Thoreau -

Photographs of birds in flight taken over the Atlantic Ocean at Paternoster, South Africa - November 2011

- The comfort of silence -

If animals could talk, the world would lose its best listeners .....      

Robert Brault

                                                                                                                                                                

- Trees -

Pine forest - Kaapschehoop

The whole life of these trees is to serve.

With their leaves, flowers, fruit,

branches, roots, shade, fragrance,

sap, bark, wood and finally

even their ashes and coal.

They exist for the purpose 

of others.

- Srimad Bhagavatam

- Summer -

Then followed that beautiful season ..... Summer ........

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;

and the landscape lay as if new

created in all the freshness

of childhood.

-  Henry Wadsworth -

- Bagworms & Bullfrogs -

- oOo -

October flush

How did the rose ever open its heart and give this world all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its Being. --- Hafiz

Dandelion Thinking ...

I took this photo a few days ago ...  it reminded me of this beautiful poem -

Dandelion Thinking

- Monica Cromhout - 

Dandelions
don't care

that nobody cares

to cultivate dandelions.

Dandelions
 don't know

that everyone knows -

they grow everywhere.

Underfoot. In cracks.
 Extravagantly.
-----

The smell of Spring ...!

Don't you love the smell of Spring? I can smell it coming each year - it makes me come alive - both inside and outside!

I thaw my winter bones and spring into creativity.

... Earth laughs in flowers ...
  

These treasures appear in my garden each year ...

In the pond ... 

Colourburst!

Covering the pergola ... 

I looooove Spring - both inside and outside......!