The reason I love to walk so much is that it gets me away from everything, it makes me tune back in to the quiet, to gentle things, it gentles me.
(blooming poison oak)
Sometimes this is the only place that makes sense to me, a place I can count on. Do you ever feel like that?
That oak has a million stores to tell, birds it has housed, shade it has cast on deer and coyote, gophers and moles that wiggle around it's toes, fires that have tortured it only to rise again like the phoenix. I want to say, I appreciate you beautiful tree, but I don't have to say anything, I say it inside.
I admire the pretty tatting hung in full view, a little gallery, for those that can bend or take a moment to marvel at small and precious gifts.........
and I slow down for coyote weed and admire the color that reminds me of those long john popsicles the color of a cartoon sunset.
I am a great aunt and I met my great nephew, age 3 for the fist time this week, Oh, WHAT a joy. I adore kids and he is one special pal o mine. If he didn't live in Georgia I would hope to see him every day. Bryce showed me <<this>> earlier this week and we laughed til we cried, so I showed it to my new young pal who said..... again, again and naturally I was laughing too only I realized his mother wasn't, "Don't you think this is funny" I asked? "I think you're funny" she said. HA!
Life is the present, open and enjoy!!!
Have a wonderfilled weekend, xoxo Ro