The Bur Oak Tree

I enjoy the serene offerings of cornflower blue lantana, the pleasing scent of yellow shrub roses, the moonlight glow of the blue plumbago that all grow near or under the canopy of this strong bur oak, a shield and protector  in this tiny garden I roam.   This day, this hard day when  life is setContinue reading “The Bur Oak Tree”

Being Still

“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost I often catch the movement  above me as I walk along  the garden’s edge, and I know,  if I am patient, one will alight  near enough to see. I thought  the cold winds from a few days  past had called and liftedContinue reading “Being Still”

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”

Gentle Souls

There are gentle souls, those who tread lightly when breaking new ground, careful not to disturb all that is living. Those with caring hands, that reach into soil, nourish the land, harvest that growth; they give out, give back. You see them, bodies bent as they work, the very act like prayer as they tendContinue reading “Gentle Souls”