A Cherry Day


I seem to be on a flower kick, not sure why I am not really into flower photography. 

It’s just there and pretty.

I try not to limit what I do, no pigeon hole here. Just go with the flow and come what may.

I go by my heart, let it lead where it takes me, learn by experience.

The cherry blossoms are huge this year; Martha Stewart couldn’t make a more perfect looking bouquet then what this tree is creating outside daily.

We started out with three trees, the one in the middle has become a beast, we lost one that sat to the right and the other to its left is surviving, fighting every season to keep its long gangly limbs producing flowers and leaves. 

This year its flowers are just as big as the beast. 

It’s got heart; it’s having a Cherry Day.

Closed for the Day

When you think that you have it covered, the way you live are you getting through it all and is it working?

Is it really?

 Covered up, closed to the world, to the hurt, to the pain, to living, feeling and truly breathing in and out.

 Taking it all in just take it and what it has to offer, molding you, guiding you, nudging you in every direction bouncing from bumper to bumper like a pin ball machine.

Are you experiencing the life or are you covering your head to protect yourself from the danger of what could be? The what ifs, the worst case scenarios.

 Are you playing it safe by covering up the self and protecting your heart?

Why can’t it break? Why can’t the pain be the best part? It makes the love and ride worth the finding of answers at the end of each road trip.

If you watch the living things, the seasons, the cycle of it all, the closed; it opens.

The pain of growth brings beauty to light, to die and grow again.

How do you live if you don’t open up to the world and what it has for you?

As We Watch

Here they come; the flowers are going in to the ground. Soon the seeds will be sown the plans laid out hoping they produce a sunflower firework display.

For now the tulips have bloomed and swayed from right to left following the sunrise to sunset. They have gone their full cycle with only four left opening purple petals to the sun’s rays each day.

Next to start blooming are the lilacs. I have dreamed of a house with a lilac bush under every window filling each room with their intoxicating aroma; I will settle for the two that have struggled to survive outside the screened in porch in the back of the house.  This year they seem to be sprouting greener stronger leaves, and one has some blossoms ready to burst.

Can’t wait for the heat of the hot sun and the sunflower fireworks.