the fountain

above the water . . .

and in the water . . .

blossoming

the fence line

on the fence line of the natural habitat at my school . . . . 

tumultuous . . .

imprinting

they moved without moving. slowly. never looking to the side.

lilac sprays . . .

waiting on my dining table when i got home last night . . .

the small pool . . .

chelsea . . .

i love this puppy of ours . . .

the silver lining

sometimes it's very hard to look at, making it that much harder to see . . .

fading . . .

the beauty of a flower doesn't end when its bloom fades . . .

clear and cold

coming 'round the bay yesterday, it was this clear and this beautiful!

in amongst the petals . . .

scapes

racing across the southern ontario landscape . . .

unfolding

ferns in my mother's garden . . .

the lilacs arrive!

down by the riverside . . .

peace and quiet . . .

pansy

i love that several pansies in my front garden don't know that they are annuals and aren't supposed to return the following spring. oh and they also disregarded the fact that last night there was a "killer frost" ...

thankyou very much for being entirely you my sweet little innocents!

hearts . . .

blossoms . . .

when lovers moan,

they're telling our story.

like this.

jalāl ad-dīn muhammad rūmī

blossoms

standing under blossoming trees at the end of this day,
their petals literally falling on and all around me . . .

in my head and heart, a beautiful word . . . radiance . . .

abundance . . .

fallen seeds on the steps off my front porch . . .

mother's day . . .

"a mother's love liberates".

maya angelou

on this - mother's day in north america -

i honour my mother

...

no more than i usually do mind you

because i have a deep respect for her

she was 

-and is- 

loving 

without condition

she has supported me through the course of my life 

through all manner

of life experiences

as one after another

changes have arrived

 unbidden 

unforeseen

even unwelcome

for this alone i could be grateful

it's very cool

to be in a place

of genuine mutual appreciation

and mutual admiration.

happy mother's day mum!

with love from steven

in the small spaces . . .

petals

trust ...

"if you trust in nature, in the small things that hardly anyone sees and that can so suddenly become huge, immeasurable; if you have this love for what is humble and try very simply, as someone who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier for you, more coherent and somehow more reconciling, not in your conscious mind perhaps, which stays behind, astonished, but in your innermost awareness, awakeness, and knowledge."   rainer maria rilke

on the ground . . .

the leaf that very badly wanted to be winnie the pooh . . .

down by the dock of the bay . . .

waterclouds

masts

a may morning

late april reflections . . .