The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
Read More
Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
Read More
Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More
The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
Read More
Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
Read More
What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
Read More
Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
Read More
The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
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Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
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Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
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My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
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The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
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The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
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The season of green…
And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.
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Bloom where you’re planted…
We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.
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What’s up, duck?
So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.
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Tomatoes and roses…
I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.
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The sky shall unfold…
Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?
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Squirrels gone wild…
I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.
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Smoke signals…
So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.
Read More
My resurrection rose…
Pretty certain that we are nearing the end of this years rose profusion, at least for those of us with younger plants. The younger blooms just don't stand up well to the change in temperature that is here. In the face of that reality, I thought that I would end with my own little resurrection rose, the one I have removed and had removed so many times. Yes, it blooms anew, tentatively and delicately. Choose your metaphors as you will, but the timing seems appropriate, what with Pentecost at hand and all. Maybe this year I will tend it and feed it instead of ripping it out. It seems to…
Read More
The harvest of presence…
And a rose for your Monday. I love the candy stripe ones but they are fading fast, even while the more sturdy teas just keep blooming and blooming This morning before my walk I read this definition of beauty, a definition that really made me think about my flower walks: "Beauty is the harvest of presence, the evanescent moment of seeing and hearing on the outside what already lives far inside us (David Whyte, Consolations)." So much to ponder there, at least for me. So you go out and see what you can harvest today.
Read More
The red and the gray…
I had another rose picked out for this morning because if the weather warms as the suggest this week, many of the more delicate ones will begin to fade. But this little guy was just irresistible...particularly on a gray-ish Sunday morning.
Read More