“Dryness promotes the formation of flower buds…flowering is, after all, not an aesthetic contribution, but a survival mechanism.”
Ann Haymond Zwinger
The Mysterious Lands
“Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.”
– Sophie Scholl
I do with that I could say the above saying applies.
But I have done little to slow and take time to just be.
I get wasted whiling time away
on things that seem important
that have to get the done today.
It can be such a burden
letting time, dew, and flowers
fly past, not stopping
just hurrying away!
stop and feel the dew! en theos monos † jim
HE IS ARISEN INDEED!
I am sure that I could not count the number of posts that are “arisen” today.
Just as I am sure of the number of followers that had turned their backs on this morning.
I would have been one.
I am one who turns my back even today.
but Ever so often He taps me on the shoulder
And assures me, that He is still here.
I may not stand in a church and loudly proclaim.
Yet in the quiet of a rising sun
He speaks to me
and I to Him.
HE IS ARISEN INDEED!
en theos monos ††† jim
Two days ago I sat in my shorts and dirty t-shirt basking in the beauty and warmth of a bluebonnet patch. Early this am up to attack my writing drills I was greeted with this mysterious view in the western darkness. A great prelude to the coming blood moon eclipse coming early tomorrow morning.
Our balm had faded to sand blown in the 40 mph winds as I stranded to hold my camera still at a 1/15 of a second at 1600 iso. All the while staving the 37 degree chill in my briefs and too thin shirt. The dogs thought me crazy and kept looking to see what the heck had the attention of their strange two legged leader. I quickly agreed and retreated from outside images to inside words and warm coffee. Image making is fun, but word-smithing can sometimes be a little more comfortable.
I don’t normally post such fuzzy grainy images, but I hope this will keep me from having to braving the 2:00 am call to the blood eclipse. I already gave. One needs to save their bravery as I have too little to spare.
” A good photograph is knowing where to stand.” Ansel Adams
I think I will stand inside. en theos monos ††† jim
Yesterday, I pined of not having many flowers blooming yet in the high desert. I was just walking the same path waiting and watching for something to bloom. All I had to do was walk a different path, one block away from my house was a large patch of Texas bluebonnets.
Bluebonnet is a name given to any number of species of the genus Lupinus predominantly found in southwestern United States and is collectively the state flower of Texas. The shape of the petals on the flower resembles the bonnet worn by pioneer women to shield them from the sun.
“Which of my photographs are my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow.” Imogen Cunningham 1883-1976
If you done like the view, change it! en theos monos ††† jim
While I am not finding any blooms like this one from a New Mexico garden last week. The weeds are growing and blooming. The bees are a working the dandelions and we have stirred a couple of Horny Toads on our afternoon walks.
I am enjoying the slow coming of spring and what it brings. Soon we will have the heat and then will complain and pine for cooler weather. We are hard creatures to appease!
Enjoy what you have when you have! en theos monos ††† jim
You’re livin’ out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin’ oh lord it won’t stop
that’s how it happened livin’ life by the drop
Up and down the road in our worn out shoes
Talkin’ ’bout good things and singin’ the blues
You went your way and I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter or time
You’re livin’ out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin’ oh lord it won’t stop
that’s how it happened life by the drop
No waste of time we’re allowed today
Churnin’ up the past, there’s no easier way
Times been between us,a means to a end
God its good to be here walkin’ together my friend
Livin’ our dreams
My mind stoped achin’
that’s how it happened livin’ life by the drop…DOYLE BRAMHALL
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