
Folks the butterflies are still showing up. 🦋 My bushes are blooming again, calling all butterflies to my butterfly garden 😊🦋💜

Folks the butterflies are still showing up. 🦋 My bushes are blooming again, calling all butterflies to my butterfly garden 😊🦋💜

My butterfly 🦋 garden is full of these sweet visitors. I love how patient they are with me. Such sweetness to my soul! 🦋

🦋 Butterfly friends stopping by 🦋

Oh Deer…My Sweet Visitor tonight ~♡~

nothing much matters to me
except for this corner chest
inside a silver dollar from my dad
and this here leather chair
where I sit
as long as I have food
and a roof over my head
life is good
today my breakfast tasted different
somedays it tastes great but not today
he said not much matters
but the things that matter
today the simple man was sad
a foreboding sadness that dogs him
chases him down and sets upon him
in his simplicity, in his sadness
I didn’t know it was that simple
Didn’t realize he was simple
Nothing is ever simple to me
except the simple man

Transparent transformation
paints her soul teal green
translucent invisible…ღ…love…ღ…
of self…ღ…she paints…ღ…
”Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Do you love yourself? Do you love your neighbor? Something to ponder. ღ

I caught this just before the clouds came this morning. It’s supposed to rain all day. I love the rain and how it cools the earth. I’m eagerly awaking Autumn. 🍁🧡 Have a gentle Sunday!

We can decide to be happy, make much out of little, embrace the warmth of our ordinary days.
Life unfolds as a mystery; an enterprise whose outcome cannot be foretold. We do not get what we expect, We stumble on cracks, We are faced with imperfection. Bonds are tested and tightened, and our landscape shifts.
In sunshine and in sadness, there is sunshine look for it. There is light look for it, There is light look for it, look for it!
MichelleMarie

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I love how my wildflowers are growing back for Fall. Such a beautiful sight to my soul. Have a gentle Sunday! 💛🧡
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