Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. - Henry David Thoreau A random Sunflower plant is growing in my rocks - must've been a mouse or a vole that planted it there? I love the tiny… Continue reading Bugs galore and flowers we adore
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Thoughts on a creative rabbit hole of despair
As a creative person, have you ever went down the rabbit hole of despair? The trail down there is rough and rocky. The nuggets of nourishing things don't seem quite as appealing to you as they did when you first tried them out? You find yourself nibbling on random things, hoping something tasty will trigger… Continue reading Thoughts on a creative rabbit hole of despair
Blogging advice from My 700th post
In retrospect, I now know that there is this really long time in a blogging adventure called the growing time. It's not the wild success at the end, I haven't a clue about that. I'm talking about being able to look back and see how blogging is about growing into something beautiful. Whatever that may… Continue reading Blogging advice from My 700th post
Serendipity, it’s a daisy and a tiny bee for thee
The sunshine this morning has finally helped the first daisy open up. I'm going to have a bunch of them opening up in my garden soon, and I'm so damn excited. I can't wait to see all their happy blossoms leaning into the warmth of the sunshine. Daisies, simple and sweet. Daisies are the way… Continue reading Serendipity, it’s a daisy and a tiny bee for thee
Why, yes, dear, it is okay to have Tequila on a Thursday night.
True to my photography quests in life, I'm on the lookout for objects or action to capture as they appear before me. Rain or shine, wine or dine...a poet or not. Especially if those objects involve Tequila on a Thursday?! Any type of liquid inspiration works for me, along with the ability to add a… Continue reading Why, yes, dear, it is okay to have Tequila on a Thursday night.
Soft whispers of an iris as it opens up in my garden
The soft whispers of my garden during the early morning sunrise warms my heart. Even if I only have one color of irises (aka, this burnt rusty purplish color) in all of my garden beds, I'm still in awe at the beauty of this species of bearded irises. Their delicate style crest and falls... Their… Continue reading Soft whispers of an iris as it opens up in my garden