Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Are you having an off day? Feeling a little blue? Wish you rolled off the right side of the bed today? Try not to take things too seriously...
The poppy buds are sticking their tongues out at you.
The ferns are blowing party favors at your nose.
And the dandelions?
Well, take heart....Mother Nature has her bad hair days too.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I found a new spot to dream away the warm spring days.
A shady place to put down a blanket and watch the heavy bumblebees flop from flower to flower. A place to feel the soft breeze pass through the tall grasses making them shimmer a soft hue, whispering secrets to my soul.
What a lovely place for a tree to thrive. She has space to stretch her arms and rustle her leaves. She can peek at the sea from where she stands. She can feel the sun warm the deep crevasses of her bark, and she can feel the rain drops fall from leaf to leaf, to ground to root as it satisfies her thirst. She can quietly eavesdrop on the ramblings of all who take shade under her.
A dreaming tree, she is.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Isn't it funny how things can grow out of the most unlikely places? How can there be enough soil for this little plant to grow? I can tell you that the place I found this little guy receives very little sunlight. And I don't know how much rain water gets in there. Yet a tiny seed blew into that fine fracture in the stone and decided that this would be the ideal place to sprout and grow.
This is a marvelous planet. Life explodes out of every nook and cranny. It doesn't matter how inhospitable the space may seem...there is almost always some form of life that has adapted to live there.
There is an electrical box outside my door. A big ugly green box that used to be covered in ivy...until the power company came by and cleared it all away, much to my despair. But right now, as the ivy is trying so hard to regain its place on that box, right on top, in the center seam, a little plant (ok, it's a weed) is growing there! Right on top. On metal. On a box of electrical current.
How does that happen?
How do mushrooms grow out of door mats? How do baby maples spring to life on top of dead stumps or fallen trees? How do seeds break open and regenerate entire forests after the pine cone has been charred in a forest fire?
This may seem like a tiny insignificant little plant growing in this jagged crevice. But I think it is brave and strong. It has a will to see the light that has been pouring into that little crack since its early days, enticing it to poke its head out and see the big wide open world.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Like a locket of hair, a ringlet curl tickling a soft cheek.
Like a seahorse tail, curling and unfurling as it dances and enchants.
Like a winding hidden lane, cozy amongst the trees, enticing the wanderer to see what's around the next bend...and the next...
Like the head of a cello, its beautiful curvature swaying to a haunting melody.
Like the trunk of a baby elephant, curiously exploring its new sensory world.
Like a breaking wave, its thunderous echo calling to the sea birds overhead, spiraling above as though lost in an airy whirlpool.
Like sweet pea vines and butterfly tongues. And toes curled as they touch down on a carpet of dewy grass.
Can you curl your tongue?