SIMPLE THINGS...

"If the simple things of nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for you are alive!" -Eleanor Duse

"Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us..." -Albert Schweitzer

"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things..." -Robert Breault

"Why should we give God thanks? Because everything we have comes from God...." -Billy Graham

"Nature always wears the colours of the spirit..." 

     - Ralph Waldo Emerson

                                 "Rest and be thankful..." -William Wordsworth

"In all the things of nature is something of the marvelous..."

                                                                      -Aristotle

"Real life isn't always going to be perfect... " -Sarah Ban Breathnach

"Life is a series of thousands of tiny little miracles..."

                                                                                                              - OurMindfulLife

                                         Reflect..............

"Be grateful for every good thing that comes to you..."- Wallace D. Wattles

                                   Create more thankfulness......

"We must find the time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives...."-John F. Kennedy

"The simple things........the most extraordinary..." -Paulo Coelho

"Every single event in your life, especially the difficult lessons, make you smarter , stronger and wiser than you were yesterday!" -Jennifer Young

"The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings..." -Henry Ward Beecher

 Photographs 2025

THREE....

"Pick a flower on earth and you move the farthest star..." 

- Paul Dirac

 ONE....

Sighhhhh...Sweet Peas. Not summer without them.  This year, the season has been so slowwwww. Everything dragging out. Roses six weeks late. Sweet peas a no show, till two days ago....

"The flower is a tethered butterfly..." -Ecouchard LeBrun

"What you discover about life's shell game is that it's hardest to follow the pea, when you're the pea!"-Robert Breault

TWO....

Meanwhile, the "Bee Hotels" are about six to seven feet tall. Just starting to bloom. Their flowers look like yellow daisies. Rent is cheap. The bees flock to them...

If you're really early in the morning, you will find bees sleeping inside the flowers. You can even stroke their fuzzy bodies. They are so drunk with pollen, they won't even stir.

"When the flower blossoms, the bee will come..."  -Srikumar Rao

"Here's an idea....let's get over ourselves. Go buy a cherry pie and enjoy life!" -Tom Robbins

"A lily or a rose never pretends...and its beauty is that it IS..." 

-Jiddu Krishnamurti

"Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold....

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old....

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten, long and long ago....

As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall...in a long forgotten snow.." -Sara Teasdale

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose, that makes it so important..."

                                                                                                     -Antoine de Saint-Exupery

One sweet pea, again.....

"Here are sweet peas , on tiptoe for a flight;  with wings of gentle flush, over delicate white....

And taper fingers catching at all things.....to bind them all about with tiny rings...."- John Keats

THREE...

Sighhhhhh.....and then there were the Sweet Peas of 2021. So many ,my grandmother's vase was overflowing........so I stare at the photo and count my sweet peas to date. One. Two. Three.......am hoping for  four.......

Photography 2025 

 

I HEARD THE CRICKETS....

"There's something about a warm summer night where all the boundaries of the world seem to fall to the softness of moonlight and crickets..." - Craig D. Lounsbrough

I heard the crickets last night, while the Cat Plant snored away in his pot. They lulled him to sleep, while ancient grasses waved in the dark breeze.

Mist, and sunset blended as one, through the smoke from far away. The air smelled of  burnt embers, old cigarettes, forest fires  brought to life, threatening to choke this quiet world. But the crickets  chirped on, in their monotonous chorus, never ceasing.

Most of the roses  hung heavy like perfumed  paper mache . the last of their kind. The last of the summer ones. They died a little in the heat , that ever present  scorching heat , swathed in perspiration. The cricket song pierced the night, and the roses slept.

On they droned .  Making music  to sooth.

But the bees. Oh the bees were quite happy. Soaked in pollen as they  laboured from flower to flower. Oblivious to the crickets. Oblivious to the human trying to stroke their yellow drenched  fuzz. They just buzzed sleepily.

"If their song does not somehow lull us to a softer sleep, then we have become deaf ..." -Craig D. Lounsbrough

The world is a softer, gentler place . The sound of the crickets pulls us in. Brings us into the warmth that staggers the mind.

I heard the crickets. In the morning, noon and night. I heard them loud as day and night. But I have never seen them. Invisible titans of late summer.

Morning sky pales 

Evening sky looms.

I heard the crickets in my day dream. 

I wonder if they pray for rain. To release the scent of  dry earth to be deluged in glorious rain. I wonder if they know. I wonder if that's why they sing.

And yet, another Cat plant  sleeps  while  crickets call. They sing their songs in swarms. Melodies that soften the days  and fills the nights with quiet promise. I heard the crickets.....

"I slept alongside the souls I'd never known. as the stars sparkled overhead like glitter, and the crickets sang their song..." - Meagan Church

Photographs 2023