I call this past week a tickled-in-pink moments kind of week. My heart is full of joy thinking back to the week that was delicately webbed together. Moment # 1: I could see a way to connect all of the blog writing prompts I wanted to join in on today. See the bottom of the… Continue reading A Blossoming Tickled In Pink Kind of Week
Tag: Irises
Trial Photos Caught Sticky-Handed Toad Off His Garden Trail
Now that No Mow May is almost over, my garden beds are ready to expose their dirt. My Irises and Tiger Lilies have sprouted up through the soil despite the ground cover I needed to clear. Hardy plants are the best and so are the critters that live underground for the winter months. They are… Continue reading Trial Photos Caught Sticky-Handed Toad Off His Garden Trail
The days between the old and the new
Each day we leave behind the old and embrace the new. That's a good thing, right? Plants seem to have the procedure down well. Flowers bloom where planted, and so does the corn. The farmers just plant seeds in new grooves and with a bit of sun, rain, and warmer temps they take off growing. … Continue reading The days between the old and the new
Changes in my heart about what matters most
Changing things up a bit this week ... Instead of a stream of words about how my heart is struggling with all the negativity in the news, I'm sharing with you delicate color-coated photos. I sprinkled them with a few heartwarming quotes about focusing on the benefits of grief and loss. Grief is what we… Continue reading Changes in my heart about what matters most
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
And then Spring speaks
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. -… Continue reading And then Spring speaks