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To ponder the wind moving the grass. A sense of grace moves through the quiet places of our home.
Not one for religion, yet there is a sense of peace in a church where everyone is welcome.
My thoughts feed the Sunday night existential dread.
I sit and ponder.
A sun-kissed day.
A light breeze moves the grass in sea waves.
The long grass resists the mower blades, as the yellow-flowered weeds lament never seeing the bees again.
A shiver reminds me that Winter wants to hold on, yet Spring is here to stay.
I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.
It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.
Saturday is going too fast.
A springtime feeling.
Green grass growing,
mellow sunshine,
& blooming flowers.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.
A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.
sitting
fresh winds blow
frosty grass crunches
evergreen trees remain
C & K 