Elegant Bloom

A friend sent me these photos of an elegant bloom hanging in air, a little speck of bedecked  petals hovering above the blossoming garden like a hummingbird seeking her fair portion of pollen. There is such rare beauty we walk past, over, through each day, but we too often  fail to pause and take aContinue reading “Elegant Bloom”

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”