If The Sight Of The Blue Skies Fills You With Joy, If A Blade Of Grass Springing Up In The Fields Has

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. Eleonora Duse Ah, yes.....the simple things....the small things....such as glancing out the window at a stoplight & witnessing the yellowy green grasses punctuated by petite golden blooms as they sway in the fresh breezes that only spring can bring.....then, snapping a less than stellar picture & having the hutzpah to post it & wax poetic.....yeah, I gotta say, I'm lovin' the small stuff today....hoping you are too....Bon Mercredi, mes amis!

There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence. Jalaluddin Rumi. Reveling in the love of dear friends & family….everyone shows love so many different ways, they fill in all those wee cracks….thank you!! Yep, back to waxing poetic today, lol……Bon Dimanche, mes amis!

The rough burr-thistle, spreading wide Amang the bearded bear, I turn’d the weeder-clips aside, An’ spar’d the symbol dear: No nation, no station, My envy e’er could raise; A Scot still, but blot still, I knew nae higher praise. -Robert Burns from Epistle to Mrs. Scott of Wauchope House. Aye, Mr Burns, the thistle is quite the thing of beauty…..hoping your day is full of beauty as well…..Joyeux Vendredi, mes amis!

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk in my garden forever…Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Such honeyed words Alfred….such lovely thoughts…..may your “thought gardens” be varied, bountiful & rich with pierian inspiration…..Bon Jeudi, mes amis!

Yesterday it went from “Uncle Sam wants you!” to Elton John does Rat Pack…..all of the aforementioned is true of this one too, he’s just not so serious about it…..Joyeuses Pâques, mes amis!!!

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. William Wordsworth. Found these lovely wee volunteers along our garden path this morning…..may you know the freedom to plant yourself where He knows you’ll bloom the brightest, and in that freedom know the boldness to trust & make it happen…..because THAT, beholding that, is a thing of beauty…..Bon Mercredi, mes amis!