WAYFARING STRANGER

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger.

Traveling through this land of woe.

PL-6 window, cat, forsythia

PL-6 window test

Winter weary, we wander. Why does cold linger? What to do?

We were going north, but wonder now if that’s wise. If, when we wend our way so high into those mountains, will winter still linger there?

Watching out my window. I’m waiting for the world to renew itself. And me.

Will you bring me sunshine? If you do, I too will bloom. Yesterday, I noticed the Columbine shoots, dozens of shafts that herald tall lilies. Tulips by the score. Solomon’s seal almost ready. It too needs just a little encouragement. One sunny day is all we need. The roses have gone wild and will need cutting back.

What have we here? Another gray day. More coffee, I think.

Waiting is. I will work on my garden later, if the rain holds off. The flowers grow undaunted. They have hardier souls than me.

Fearful Symmetry

APPLES AND AUTUMN

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Autumn’s perfection, the fearful symmetry of the seasons … amber light, golden leaves.

Apple crisp and pumpkin pies, colors to warm the soul. The rich tapestry of nature rolls on …

Alight with color, the world of winter lurks in the corners.

APPLE BLOSSOM TIME

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I feel I should mention that this may be one of the top five favorite pictures I’ve ever taken. The color of the sky, the perfection of the flowers on the branches. And all of this on the front lawn of my dentist’s office while Garry was having his teeth cleaned.

There’s always a picture waiting to be taken.