Chat Noir
I met up with my chat noir after one year, same spot, same witching hour, same infinity looping…coincident? I think not. Reposting this, one year and 28 days later on the cusp of a new moon…must be the season of … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Gardens
Monday Drive
Look around,at this placeit’s to me of trumpet and bass.It’s all thought,feel the grace.Awkward is the truthbut even more ill-at-easeis to always please.
Sunday Vibes
A bit psychedelic today…gazing out of a kaleidoscope and keeping warm and cozy, y’all.
In Search for Fairies
This ain’t no wandering path through dense thicket nor the shade of a grove of pines, but fairies must be around the bend dancing to the beats of the pitter patter of the start of rain. Along with gnomes, sprites … Continue reading
This Happy Bunch
And the seeds spawned from them. It’s going to get vibrant this spring…velvety reds against a verdant backdrop…got my mind jumping ahead a couple of seasons. With ample seeds we’re gonna see a whole lot of new beginnings…tiny promises of … Continue reading
On Love Bombing
Your behavior will decide whether you stay in her life; it will not be your words, your potential, your intent, or anything that is not clear, consistent, and true. -Pierre Jeanty
Prettier Than Pink
How simple yet magnificent are these crimson and fuchsia jewels. Sprawled over marble they shimmer with delight and in the kitchen where I cook, create, design and on occasion send a kiss to mend a bumped or abrased limb. Here … Continue reading
The Big Leaf Drop
Is upon us, just before the temperature drop. Not a fan of the drops, but what a show they put on. So much depth and knowledge nature generously proffers for our advancement, but we’re too distracted by the pageantry.
On Playful Bearing
Voracious adventurous appetite is what these little guys displayed all afternoon…never did they let up. Good to see healthy, growing little beings full of heart without any limitations to their being. Brought up tender memoirs of boys that were once … Continue reading
In the Smallest Moments
There is a glory in a slow mid-afternoonas Autumn lays out the red carpetin the smallest momentseven when the clouds shroud the sun.For the person that sits assuredly at nighfills me with their laughter and lightand whispers in my private … Continue reading
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