Wild Orchids of Italia

Italian wildflowers for a change
extreme beauty just the same
mia sorella heard the fairies call
she looked and spied wee orchids tall
gracefully standing
amongst forest grass
uplifting spirits as we passed

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Farewell Beloved Spring

wandering the woods
tis the last day of spring
her beauty
is abundant
treasures fill my eyes
music as the trees sway
and the birds sing and sing

ummm
my first wild strawberries of the year
they are so tiny

tiny orchid with minuscule mama aphid and two youngsters
click on the photo to see them!
two other creatures also~

lovely
Queen's Cup

the most petite coral orchid

we lean into summer
farewell beloved Spring
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Visible Grace

Visible grace
exquisite friend
light
curves
and
colors
reflections
of within

Enjoy other folks macro photos at Lisa Chaos: Macro Monday

Choices

life presents choices

chances
an assortment of paths
kiss this one
or that one
with our eyes
hands
or lips


wander this way or that way
will these paths intersect
or
wander so far beyond
that we'll never look back

there is this flower that flower
this trail or that

this rock or that rock
shinny and wet

whether we choose book binding
wild dancing
cook a la passionate
writer of tales
this or that

such a wild wonderful
moment
in the midst of a choice
the ability to decide
this way or that


look deeply
and sweetly
innocently
just perhaps
each moment
presents such a occasion

See others writings at OSI for this weeks prompt: Intersections

Happy Birthday Charlie!

The Grace of Flowers

In your presence
the world is vibrant
the air rarefied

In your presence
life is buoyant
light spilling over

a cheerful spirit runs through
my veins
in your presence
I am aware
of a life full of grace

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Spring is sprinkled with endless wildflowers

and I seem to be sprinkled with ticks
as I shoot photos of these little beauties
on my hands and knees!

Each photo was taken within this past week.
1) Fairyslipper or Calypso orchid
2) Obscure Bluebells
3) Glacier Lilies
4) Forget Me Nots

Water, a treasure

Our days are flavored with rain

light rain
rain as tiny balls of snow
and ice
rain that pours and pounds as sound
upon my metal roof
leaving behind tiny drops
as jewels to dress the new born greens
of spring


After experiencing the fire in Santa Barbara,
the presence of rain
is an obvious gift!


The first person to correctly tell me (I know) in their comment
what flower
the bud in the first and last image
will bloom into
can pick a greeting card from my etsy store, as a gift from me to you.

To see more watery images from around the world: Watery Wednesday