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Yes, strange bedfellows, wouldn't you say - a hyacinth, dandelion flower, dandelion seedhead. Technically it is still winter (spring a week away). And one is considered a weed; the other a highly prized, highly scented spring flower.
Posted on March 12, 2015 at 05:17 PM | Permalink
Interesting, how the past can reflect the present, how the journey reflects the experience.
I longed for a fountain in my house by my bed, But I went and I slept by a river instead.
I did daily stretchings and bent my knees deep, Til I got me a job tending mountainous sheep.
I searched for a garment that I alone chose, Then I lived on an island and needed no clothes.
I yearned for a purpose, at long last to see I was part of the whole and the whole part was me.
CLOUDS Hill Cottage Publishing 1993
Posted on March 10, 2015 at 11:21 AM | Permalink
I managed to get this shot of the full moon ..... but do not have the dexterity or the expertise to blow bubbles in its honour and film them as well. But, oh, it was a wondrous experience.
Posted on March 05, 2015 at 08:18 PM | Permalink