All the oxygen
Has been sucked out of the room
Roots down, bloom anew.
It’s a fight to bloom true in a garden, and in life. People judge you without knowing the real you. The key to me is to keep searching for daily joy. So, the morning wasn’t so good, can you take a walk to look for wildflowers?
It’s time to eclose
Into big world, dry your wings
And now off you go!
One of my black swallowtail butterflies eclosed this morning. It’s a female!
I let her go close to some Carolina Jessamine for nectar.
What a beauty!
Do you hold on to
Other people’s hard problems
If so please detach.
Two males, one female
The flight of spring birds begins
Hold on!!! she’s picky.
Out of the leaves come
Tiny sprouts, ephemerals
Violets galore.
These sweet lovelies are abundant in the woods.
Bright pink petals reach
Hope to intoxicate bees
With frilly decor.
The white one shines bright
Afternoon sun on horses
Hope is the moment.
A bit of gold leaf
My spring imagination
And a pine warbler.
The grace of all things
I wish for you each moment
May you find your peace.
Went to NC Botanical Garden trails to sketch!
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