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Day of Blooms Opening

My day opened with a light  mist falling, keeping us  from our morning walk,  so we found our cozy,  each in a comfy chair,  reading. We had a late  breakfast, cinnamon toast  lightly buttered, and then  we had time for a second  cup of coffee. You left  for work, and I sought  solace in myContinue reading “Day of Blooms Opening”

Saying Goodbye to Butterflies

I capture the last few images before  your migration farther, ever farther south.   You have rested here; our Texas hospitality  served for a time, the blue plumbago  and sunny yellow lantana a perfect  blossoming backdrop for your wild and graceful wings. I’ve held out my hand,  and you’ve landed but found nothing  as interestingContinue reading “Saying Goodbye to Butterflies”

Twilight Blossoming

Periwinkle blooms were a welcome surprise on my morning walk; this shade between a deep iris  and cornflower blue Is so calming,  like twilight blossoming.  I’d like a scarf made from these petals,  a silken-coolness against my skin, the softening hue of evening draped  over my shoulders as I watch the moon’s first shower ofContinue reading “Twilight Blossoming”

Ever-Spring

I spent an hour snipping flower stems, hundreds of green stalks, some thick but tender and others thin and dense as sticks.  I pulled out each bundle, released the most delicate from webbed coverings, and the room filled with a heavy floral scent. As I sat amid the profusion of hues, deep fuchsia, rich purple,Continue reading “Ever-Spring”

Afternoon Retreat

When I have sat too long looking at data on a white screen, I need a reprieve, so I push up from my little work nook and head for the  my little oasis of greenery. Some would walk by and never  notice; even some who see it everyday pay it little attention, but it isContinue reading “Afternoon Retreat”

Quieting Hours

The sun is setting,  making a golden puddle of light through a shaft in the curtains.  I am sighing away the day’s hours,  reliving moments of joy  and also the tensions  that come with existing during this incongruous time.  The honeycomb  pattern in the drapes  diffuses the last evening light so beautifully, and I amContinue reading “Quieting Hours”

Exhaustion

“A meaningful silence is always better than meaningless words.”  — Unknown I slog through this morning sigh at the visage in my mirror — all shadowed and baggy-eyed from a restless night of images. The world feels tight, as if I’m wrapped by a snake squeezing the life out of me.  It is this weightContinue reading “Exhaustion”