I am out of words today. Weighed down with grief, I watch as the powerful betray everyone else, and words of resilience and hope are not ready at hand. Thankfully, I have a garden and live among the wild ones who come to share it. It is with both, who have no notion of a nation’s struggle, that my mind can momentarily rest.
Today, instead of words, here are glimpses of the gifts that are still here, waiting to be noticed.
garden predators do not touch
Swamp milkweed, bees and beetles
Black swallowtail young feeding on rue
Beautiful photos. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. Thank you for being here.
DeleteThank you, Ann. So beautiful and encouraging!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debbie. Thanks for reading.
DeleteMy heart is with yours - in the grief and in the garden.
ReplyDeleteI know it is, Claire. Bless you.
DeleteThanks for these photos, a quiet clearing in the vile clamour.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful line, Stephen :) Thank you.
DeleteNice to see you here, Stephen.
DeleteI am always blessed by Earthblessings! Thank you, Ann! Peace
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Warren. I am glad and that means a lot to me.
DeleteSometimes pictures are the best you can do. Thank you, Ann.
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