The Hills are Alive! Picnic on a Mountain Top
A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.
A Beauty in My Backyard
A forgotten beauty showed its face in my backyard a few weeks ago, as this gorgeous walking iris woke up and bloomed for the first time in years.
Now is a good time for listening, and learning.
I hear you. #BlackLivesMatter
A Yellow Tie, Flip-Flops and an Alligator
A few random things as we batten down the hatches before Cristobal comes to visit.
The Easter Butterfly
And then, all of the sudden, it flew away, wafting on the breeze high above the cypress trees, its wings fluttering a timeless message: fear not, only believe.
none of the bees would pose for me (a poem)
A solo trip to a botanical garden was a tonic in troubled times and the inspiration for a poem.
What the Car Saw in Spring: “Progress”
The story this picture tells is the relentless march of “progress” and how we continue to eradicate nature in favor of more and more and more and MORE cement and “convenience”.
The Wary Pelican
Haiku: Their Souls were in the Sunset
Bay St. Louis Shorebirds and Mindfulness
Seagulls and brown pelicans in Bay St. Louis give me a lesson in mindfulness reminiscent of Thoreau’s experience at Walden
gentle things and small moments (a poem)
Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.
Late-Season Blooms & Haiku
Reinforcing my benign neglect this year, the greenery of Glover Gardens has gifted us with unexpected late-November blooms.
Reflections: No Keep Out Signs Here
Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.
Hummingbird Haiku (Times Two)
Mindfulness Musings from Rose of Rose Farmhaus
A peaceful picture of simple pleasures painted with words and images from a friend in Round Top, Texas.
Have Some Weed, Butterfly!
Butterflies, butterfly weed, and a caterpillar relocation project. It’s never a dull moment at Glover Gardens.
Beasts of Burden: What Do They Think?
I’ve always wondered how our beasts of burden feel about their “jobs”. Are their feet hurting? Do they enjoy being useful, understanding how important they are to us, or do they want to go on strike for better working conditions, a day off, or higher “wages”?