The tiniest little wildflower is important in every single way some never give them another thought-Michelle
They’re back…my wildflowers and climatis
I love these Indian paintbrush Oklahoma wildflowers. ღ
So happy to see them. ღ
Happy Birthday to my sweet friend Paul
All day he dreams of clovers
Fields of little flowers
He roams the hills without a care
Spreading sweetness where he goes
Happy Birthday to my Bunnyman Friend Paul
I hope you have a beautiful day!
Thank you for being you.
I’ve been working life like a railroad
I keep thinking I might be done
Giving one more time, one more try
I’ve been working life like a railroad
thinking we would make it
through the tunnel
Always believing and seeing
There’s just another tunnel ahead
You seem to like life on the rail
I love you so
I’ll walk the rails with you
I’m not chicken :)
I’m not chicken…well maybe just a little one 🙂
Happy Easter
Sweet bunnies for you 🌸🐰
105 in people years
15 x 7 = 105 years old, my Angel dog. She used to run, now we sounder. She still gets so excited when we wander in the tall grass, she smells for bunnies just like she did when she was young. Now we watch them when she sees them. She’s fell once and hurt her knee and be both recovered together from our broken parts. 😊 Such a sweetness when I think about how her sweet feet have wandered. She makes me smile.
Her heart needs a little hope
Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree
I noticed as I looked at each tree surrounding this land, each was moving to the invisible wind. Then something came to me about your heart, you have deferred your hope to another human being, therefore you are heart sick. Some say; put your hope in God; some say put your hope in your high self; or put your hope in the Universe but, I think it’s much much bigger than this. It doesn’t have words and I wanted you to see and feel what saw.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my wildflowers waving at me so I went to see them. My heart was so happy when I saw them because I knew the other wildflowers are close behind…and it made me smile and have a sense of renewed hope for you. I hope you feel it too. Maybe it was my heart that needed a little hope. Probably so.
There is healing in this land
There is healing in this land
In this field, surrounded by trees
In the ponds behind my home
There is healing in this land
Everywhere I go
I stop myself a lot
Taking in all my eyes can see
My body breaths the breath of angels
Which help me to believe
There is healing in this land
