this is the dandelion...i guess you would call it.
on steroids.
maybe it's a wild dandelion.
the spent weed.
is pretty huge...like 3 inches in diameter.
very cool!!!!
i walk
without flinching
through the burning cathedral
of the summer.
my bank of wild grass
is majestic and full of music.
it is a fire
that solitude
presses against my lips.
~violet leduc
i once.
had a friend.
tell me.
my gardens were chaotic.
to which i replied.
that is the way i like it.
there is no rhyme or reason.
it just is.
the annuals.
are potted.
but the yucca.
the milkweed.
the wild daisy.
the queen anne's lace.
the black-eyed susans.
the tiger lilies.
they come up.
and happily just are.
which goes a loooonggg way.
to helping me.
just be.
i mean.
look at my back deck photos.
if that doesn't.
make you stop.
and want to give thanks.
for all that is.
i don't know what to tell ya.
as the rain.
now begins to.
gently fall.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.
