just crossing the path . . .

rainy day flower

peaceful

a recent rainy sunday afternoon . . . .

forget fullness

these teeny tiny sweethearts pop right out of the ground whenever and wherever they wish with one express intention: to remind me not to forget . . . something . . . .

dazzling and tremendous!

"We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun ...."

Walt Whitman

cloud fingers

a quiet strength

on the wind's breath

the crabapple blossoms 

are making their way to the river, 

on the wind's breath ....

this joyous beauty

the way this joyous beauty holds me . . .

its beautiful fading

the beautiful flourish of a flower is in my own view equalled by its beautiful fading . . . .

bluebells

on the west side of our home . . .
a flower that held a special place in the heart of the little boy i was
when i lived in england. bluebells . . .

innocence

early morning sun . . .

this moment - well i started laughing for the sheer beauty of it . . . .

down close to the ground

a worm's eye view . . . mid may.

unfolding

these beauties unfolded today - encouraged by the may showers that have made this area their home.

the place where the sun comes ashore ....

morning sky - mid may

My Mum

On this day, and no more than on any other day, I honour my Mum. 

So much that I value in my self - how I live, how I work, how I love, I have learned from her. 

That she continues to bring goodness into this world, through small selfless acts of kindness and care is an inspiration to me. 

I Love you Mum!

tulips in water

riding in . . . .

riding home . . . .

yard duty - mid morning

effulgence

spring's sweet green effulgence . . .

early evening light

early evening light passes through a dying leaf and a blue glass bottle . . .

may flowers . . .

tulip in the rain

the nest

she guarded the approach to her nest, leaving at the last minute.

no sooner had she flown away than the local egg eaters made their way in . . . .

little woodland pool reflections

may flowers - yellow edition

the becoming leafy portal

on my way home on a rainy afternoon . . .

a weakness

hand made cream-filled donuts . . .