“A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”
After many a prairie winter, the first snow is still a pivotal event, one that leaves me feeling in awe and, at the same time, in a bit of a dither. This year the white morning arrived totally unannounced, with barely a frosty morning as a prelude. I kind of liked it that way.
With only warmer temps and abundant sunshine in the foreseeable forecast, enjoying the white morning was a given.
Perhaps more fun for some than others.
Lacie loves the snow. Coco… not so much, even though he got to wear his nifty red sweater with the comfy turned up collar.
With the absence of Jack Frost providing a first act, the flowers were caught a little off guard… but still appeared very dapper in their new flurry top hats.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment, then where is it to be found? – JB Priestley
October is here and the garden has taken on a new look. Most of the flowering is done, seed pods now cling where flowers once danced.
Still a few resilient blooms remain…
This one tarrying daisy sways, lovely in her perfection, undaunted that she stands alone.
A small burst of purple on the clamatis vine, a gentle reminder of what was.
“We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.” ~ André Gide
BeStill52 – Nurture Creativity
The concept of nurturing creativity through nurturing myself is so appreciated. The unrelenting deluge of rain and wind that has been this past week, had the preset “Dark Mood” fit perfectly. It is with gratitude that I find that creativity brings its own release when darkness settles.