Still I notice you
when change begins, I brace for stronger winds…
in my smallest deepest heart
Still I notice you
when branches crack, at the pruning of your hand…
in my smallest deepest heart
Still I notice you
in the burning dross, chaff blows with your wind…
in my smallest deepest heart
Still I notice you,
I rest my case, surrender to this mystery, in your lap of grace…
in my smallest deepest heart
i rest
The wheat/hay is almost waist high, so the Indian paintbrushes are hidden see above?
I noticed this morning that the field had a darker tint to it. It was the Indian paintbrushes they turn almost a purple color on the stems. Pretty soon we’ll bale this field and all my wildflowers will be horse feed for the winter. I love that but I do miss them so I enjoy them while I can! ッ
my little slice of heaven on earth ッ
Oklahoma Cat’s Claw~Wildflowers of Oklahoma
I’m not the only one that loves my Queen Anne’s Lace
he a caged heart with passion up his sleeve
i know you know it…how do
i show it?
so we danced under the
moonlight
& the street lamps…
so what?
grains of sand are hard to grasp
& all she has is this moment
so she owns it…
she dances
There’s Magic in the air
lotus flowers floating
You are my winter sun
You are my broken one
See the Magic…please!!!
I love you~ღ~
When I see you, I see me
Caged heart, Passion up your sleeve
A music cocoon surrounding you
But tonight we choose
Just you & I…and the stars and I’m
falling through the sky to find You
Let’s dance alone in the moonlight!!!
Tell Me About It 
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