Stand Tall…

Sway in the wind and roll with the punches

Stand tall in your confidence

Tattered and torn with battle scars to show

Stand tall in your beauty

Strike you down with words they will

Stand tall in your pride

Pull you down as you run up hill

Stand tall in your determination

Imperfections make us who we are…

 

We are not all perfect

Imperfections make us who we are

In all ways

Ways we learn

Ways we grow

Ways we stumble and fall

Ways we pick ourselves up

Ways we see with our heart, not limited by our eyes

Imperfections bring us place

Where we put ourselves and place others

Imperfections will teach us

Teach us to be humble in the face of great faults

Imperfections bring us to the end of day and face us with ourselves

Imperfections bring us beauty to what life is…

The Sprouts are coming, the sprouts are coming…

They are sprouting, little green stem and leaves coming up through the mulch.

I just planted them last weekend and here we are one week later with growth.

It looks like every little Bachelors buttons has sprung up from its seed; these are going to hopefully provide the background for my Hens~n ~Chicks in a big decorative pot.

The sunflowers are growing with such fervor that they still have part of the sunflower seed shell on their little leaves.

Last year we had the mutant sunflower tree.  My goal this year is to get that same tree like growth. Except this year I planted a ton of them; I expect to see sunflower fireworks out there this year. 

There is a third type of a sunflower that was given to me by a friend called Teddy Bear Sunflower, I can’t wait to see those come bloom time.  

So far all the rain from last year, the cold winter we had and more rain this spring has brought us out of a drought down here has paid off; I mean besides filling the lake back up which was a big deal.   

Everything is growing like crazy and producing flowers.

The Hens ~n~ Chicks are multiplying like crazy, the lilacs came to life this spring, the hydrangea has survived, and my fuchsia are actually growing through the mulch they were buried under; let’s hope they produce some flowers.

I hope I can keep this green thumb luck up for a long time because Tim’s mom is coming this summer and I want her to see a nice looking yard; she has a serious green thumb no, wait, she has  a kick ass green thumb.

BUT I am afraid if it goes how I planted we might have a crazy sunflower yard.

Buzz Buzz a Bee

A busy bee’s life and some ant’s joined in too…if you look close.

The tulips are already blooming and soon the seeds will be planted for the sunflower fireworks display.

The mutant sunflower produced some insane blossoms last year

I hope I can replicate it this summer.

Coming Soon To a Neighborhood Near You

Spring rains, severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings.

Soon after  the constant warm weather rather than intermittent warm days. 

 The tulips are already poking their little green stems through the black mulch, and before you know it we will be sticking those sunflower seeds in the ground to see if I can replicate that mutant like stalk that grew last summer.

More to come.

Sadness Creeps IN

I knew someone that took their life last year, we shared family, loved ones that are hurting now in her absence. When I heard the news  I made this photo and wrote down a poem, you will find that at the bottom of this post.

I don’t get it, I can’t wrap my head around the level of sadness, loneliness, the utter feeling of defeat,  that there is no one to turn to, no one to understand and help makes sense of what is going on inside.

I do understand that there is something in every one, a level of strength. Some can go through anything without shedding a tear while others seem to lack the strength. Some how it was left out of their makeup, their composition when they were created. It’s no ones fault, I just wish there was a way we could know, know something that would alert us,  tell us, that someone we love feels this is the only answer.

I remember when she was born, I remember her mothers laugh, I would see her from time to time at family get togethers throughout the years, and  when I think of her gone, I can’t believe it, it hurts to imagine the pain. The pain she felt, the pain that is now left behind.  

Sadness creeps in

at what point does one let it take over So much

So much  that the weight of the rock on ones  shoulders crushes

That you chose to leave it behind

I cannot fathom the thoughts to bring a human to such despair