It appears effortless, this changing of the seasons. We open our winter weary eyes, and there it is. Life is returning to us all. The sky is peppered with sweet pastel blossoms and soft…
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I watch them, the little purple coneflowers and their suitor, in their dance. Petals reach to receive soft butterfly kisses, colors mingling in the summer sun. I am entranced watching this love affair unfold.…
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If I could, I would be more like the flowers. How they teach me. They are unwavering in their worship, knowing they must unfold to shine. It is this vulnerability, this stretching open, that…
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It has been a very busy week, but I have not forgotten to stop and smell the flowers. A very sweet friend brought me some unusual flowers this week, and this lovely pink Ranunculus…
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I picked them for Katie’s window, these first roses from our garden. Love and Peace. That is their name. She turned 24 this weekend and came home to see us. Broken-hearted, I watched her…
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The hillside in my pasture is covered in yellow blooms. They don’t know they are a bit early. The warmth of the sun is calling them, drawing them from their earthen slumber. I hike…
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Canon 5D Mark ll, 100 macro 2.8, 2.8 aperture, 1/60th shutter speed, 400 ISO My mom and I share a love for Zinnias. We both agree they are one of the most cheerful flowers…
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Canon 5D Mark ll, 100 2.8 macro, 7.1 aperture, 1/160 shutter, 200 ISO, 580 EX speedlight to camera right set on manual at 1/32 second. wonder |ˈwəndər|noun “a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by somethingbeautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable “. I pour sparkling water…