Winding Down on Verdant Tinctures
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Tag Archives: verdant
The Underside
It’s spooky season, this little guy may spook most, but do you think this leaf is worried and burdening itself with negative or fearful emotions? Judging from the bounty of this citrus flora, I don’t think for a second it’s … Continue reading
Never Let Me Down
I’m soaking up every rummy split second of this singular spectacular season we call summer. Green is what’s on display presently. Dense, luscious, abundant and fleeting already past the peak and onto our transient descent into the next scene where … Continue reading
High Spring
Trees, plants, foliage amaze me the way they gravitate toward the light and how they never limit themselves from how high…you can do the same by selecting noble thoughts. Choice is yours. It’s high spring and gorgeous out there, how … Continue reading
And the Coif?
There’s no doubt nature does a body good, but what can it do for the coif? Apparently, it rubs off on our hairdo as well. Rounded and tightly coiled and oh so magnificent! Who wore it best, girlfriend or the … Continue reading
Gangling Like a Sprouting Teen
Condensed and complicated in a seed, a shape waiting to burst through.Against a future sky, verdant tentacles unfurling, curling, stretching and reaching.Beyond the horizon, a life you can’t even imagine.
Make a Wish
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. -Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t … Continue reading
Something to Anticipate
Rumor has it that plants are a bit of a challenge, I suppose the same can be said about humans. I beg to differ, with the proper care, this houseplant along with sentient beings will earn their well-deserved spot on … Continue reading
An Unhaunted House
Sweetest trimmings of the night. Even I would stand on these steps singing for sweets. No one startling or repelling anyone here, Only verdant windowsills, strung with cheerful mini lanterns to admire.
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