From Wikipedia; Fiddleheads are the furled fronds of a young fern, often harvested for use as a vegetable. Left on the plant, each fiddlehead would unroll into a new frond. ~ a tender young sprout bursting with life and purpose the return of spring ~ ~ Spring has officially arrived and I feel a burst…
~ the Ozarks are bursting with green the colors of spring on every hill dazzling daffodils in bold yellows cherry trees exploding in white redbuds painted in pink buds warm my tender heart ~ ~ the parade of spring vibrant blossoms and colors dance upon the hills where red cardinals sing out announcing spring’s arrival…
~ tiny dancers twirl whipping and whirling around dancing with the light ~ Looking for tiny details to photograph in nature helps me to slow down, feel peace, and enjoy the moment. It becomes a slow-moving meditation. I’m very grateful for access to nature, tiny treasures, and a cellphone that reasonably captures those beautiful details.…
~ dear Agnew a cool grace plus inner strength no pushover here daring them to challenge a display of fortitude questions victorian mores confronting men with quiet resolve a feminist before there was a name ~ This week I was inspired by the painting of Lady Agnew and Diana’s wonderful example of a stacked etheree;…
~ heat waves surging now aggressive feelings abound dangerous response ~ anger rose quickly bursting like a volcano pump up the volume ~ ~ This week’s poems are senryu, another Japanese poetry form. Both haiku and senryu typically use three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Haiku is usually written about nature or seasons…
~ our bond etched across the sky painted in soft light and puffy clouds the wind gently whispers your name sensually brushing across my skin shivers rush down my spine awakening the sleeping bear a deep hunger surges within stirring primal urges to connect will you be mine? ~ ~ This is my fanciful ode…
~ ~ ice covered landscapes danger hidden by beauty nature’s paradox ~ frozen dreams lie hidden in winter ~ crystalline beauty distracts from lurking danger waiting to disrupt ~ ~ Old musings and photos were recycled. Into silly six-word stories today. Your clever response in six words. Release your creative muse to play. ~ #SixWordStories
~ rain, sleet, and snow to the Ozark Mountains we go winter drab becomes winter wonder snow-covered fields to explore and plunder browns contrasting with pure white bring out the children and delight sleds and snowmen quickly appear bursting with heart-warming cheer ~ I received my wish for some winter snow. After starting with rain,…
~ slippery curves loom dark paths with hidden dangers slip sliding along ~ ~ We’re predicted to have a winter mix of rain and snow later today. All too often we get rain that turns to snow as the temperature drops making for hazardous roads. I’m hoping for a few inches of snow to create…
~ my secret lover silken petals unfolding mild sweet aroma ~ velvet treasures loom soft blossoms invite contact sprouting in my heart ~ I was given an amaryllis bulb this winter that I planted indoors to see what would happen. Thankfully, it has blossomed with soft white blossoms. This variety has a very subtle scent…
~ the gentle movement of water a sweet balm to my spirit good energy flowing cleansing body and soul water rippling, light reflecting, birds singing, geese feeding cyclists zooming, hikers strolling sights and sounds of lakeside lullabies bring gratitude for nature and my health ~ I enjoyed another weekend hike at Lake Fayetteville, a city…
~ lakeside adventures dogs, geese, and hikers in force enjoy a respite ~ On the first two days of 2023, the temperature reached nearly 70F! A rather dramatic shift after our arctic blast around Christmas. I took full advantage of the weather with a hike at the lake one day and a bike ride the…
~ geese walking on ice waddling across the pond frozen edge to edge ~ If you count the frozen pond, we had a White Christmas. There was only a light dusting of snow that mostly disappeared by Christmas. But we had record cold from an arctic blast that affected much of the country. I think…
~ ~ Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night not a paper or pen was stirring, my muse was nowhere in sight the inspiration to write was missing along with poor Rudolph it seems my temperamental muse would rather be playing golf neither dinner nor treats had any effect on his attitude…
~ timeless rhythms flow fingers and guitar as one open hearts unite ~ I’ve been on a music jag lately, listening to Estas Tonne and many other artists. I’m grateful for the wide variety of music available online. Mostly, I listen online since I have so few CDs left. Estas’ music is soulful classical guitar…
writing to freedom 