I have to say that sometimes I can be attracted to things that are a little unusual. Different ways to do things, off the beaten path of life and even as simple as the color of a chrysanthemum. You have to love those soft, subtle, non-mainstream shades of pink and all of the variations within each flower.
Come closer to me
I can nearly touch your thoughts
Dressed in shades of pure delight
I hit pause and wait, wait, wait.
Meet you here, come Spring.
It's too early to see these dahlias showing off their stuff, but, a preview of what's to come never hurt anyone. On another note, I must say that today I shoutout to #MonochromeMonday where it rules supreme for a day. If you are new or looking to be inspired, I will pull a challenge of tag and run with it. It is a great way to discover communities and chances are, you will see the same people dropping a few monochromes for the day.
I went to the Shore House for one day over the weekend. It was just a drive up and a few hours there and drive home. Can you believe I didn't see the snowdrop flowers until I was looking at the pictures at home? How could I have missed the beauty she pushed out for my visit? It is the little things in life that I love ❤️ and it passed right by, but, thanks to the camera, I saw it later.
Everything within its time will be its own shade of beautiful. A flower bulb is dry and ugly, if we didn't know that it would sing a swan song after we plant it, would we buy it? Probably not. The bulb is beautiful, but, it is within and you cannot see it. Sometimes we just cannot rush things and patiently wait until its time. Only then will you be rewarded with stunning beauty. Behold. It was time this weekend. Become acquainted with the new delight of each day.
I can remember a girl in my elementary school that some people would point out, saying rather unkind things about her. Not bad things, but, more hurtful, I would say. I can honestly say that I never thought of her in that context. She always smiled and she was like a ray of sunshine. Her heart was merely a reflection of a beautiful soul. I thought of you today, Emily.
I have asked you before, but, still, I must, do your thoughts ever ramble, do your words just come out? Don't make me stand alone in this, I surely must have friends? The other night, I sat here wondering what to write, other nights I don't have time to get it all outside of my head. Is it me? I hope not. Are you scheduled and organized and have ten of them on hold? Well, there were words and flowers tonight, #alwaysaflower And just like that, this post is over! Come back tomorrow and we will do it again! Have an amazing rest of your day!. Love to you, Denise ❤️
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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