the blue muse

yesterday i sat outside for just a few minutes to soak up some sun.

it was a beautiful thing.

spring inches its way closer, and i feel myself awakening.

perhaps i am a flower, after all.

well, at the very least, i’m growing.

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wishing you a weekend filled warmth and sunshine

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i have but one flower

brave and oblivious

in her solitary

joy

Tiny seedlings poke their head through the soil and just like that,
it is time for growth.

Of course, it’s always time for growth, but some days, some months,
it feels more like we are beneath the soil, waiting.

And then comes a new season, a new month, a new day.
And it is time.

Time to turn my face to the sky and reach.

For whatever comes.

and I can’t stop saying ranunculus,

a word that trips off your tongue and dances.

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wishing you a weekend filled with love and light
and a tango or two

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My latest bunch of tulips has become wild and raucous in their last hours, and this is making me smile.

Tulips make me smile, and, so, I keep buying them. For now, they are my stand-in for the real thing, this Spring that keeps dragging its feet, not quite ready to dance its way across my grey and tawny landscape.

Outside it is chilly and breezy, but the sun is shining and that is glorious.

I still have yet to see a robin, but it will be any day now, I’m certain.

I feel my body and my mind reawakening, celebrating the season despite its tardiness.

Sometimes, you just have to start the party, even if the guest of honor is running behind.

I have sunshine and tulips to entertain me until she shows up, plus this little smile of hope and promise on my face.

And life spins on around me.

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Linking up with Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday, just a slight layer of Pumpkin Grunge on this one.

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sunshine

garden

breakfast

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an empty bowl

is a clean slate

and i am tired

of waiting

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what will you make today?

I still have this hanging in my entryway.

Clearly, it’s all my fault.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with clear skies.

Of blossoms and sunshine, skirts and sandals, ponytails and running.

Because, hey, a girl can dream, right?

This photo pretty much sums up the colors of my landscape just now, making me think of the book titled Landscape Painted with Tea by Milorad Pavic. But dawn was colorful this morning, brilliant pink on the horizon melding into tangerine into slate blue.

I feel Mother Nature holding her breath. Waiting silently for winter to move on, tapping her foot a little with impatience, but letting her most troublesome child work things out on his own.

The light has changed, the sun paints a new picture across the lawn in the afternoon, and the fact that there is sun at all makes me smile.

The geese are traveling, setting down at the swamp by the hundreds. When I opened the door to let my dog out yesterday morning the sound was deafening. I kept going to the door all day long just to open it a crack and hear that noise. They were still going strong when I went to bed last night.

Each year the trees grow taller, their shadows longer, and together we wait for the birds to come back and build their nests. I’ve yet to see a robin, it’s late now for that.

But, soon.

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Wishing you a week filled with song.

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when you wish upon a star

you get one.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with stars.