The butterfly is a flying flower...
~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun
'Wings' is the theme on
Take a Word Challenge this week.
The rest are elements from Deviant Scrap.
Music from the many wind chimes
masks the whistling the winds makes as it dances over the trees.
(As a child I was terrified of that whistling/ howling sound. In my mind it was a giant invisible monster that would whirl you up and gobble you down.) It was warm last week... Hot even, high 80s. Since my dad has gone, I've found myself outdoors more often. Raking, watering, talking to the plants and trees,
letting the smell of wet soil and warm sun push the sadness away.
I've been creating some garden art lately...
made from an old bowl and a dollar store waste basket...
Spoon and fork wind chimes
from yard sale utensils ..
and a tin fairy house covered in moss
(also a yard sale find)
are the products of my imagination right now...
Oh! As I write this, I hear the drops tapping away at the roof..
sounds so incredible!
For years the garden was dormant I thought a lot of the trees would have to come down, dry as they were,
no amount of watering seemed to help. They all seemed to be in a weird period of waiting... Wondering . Now everywhere I look new life is springing up..
An orange tree covered in blossoms and bright green leaves Pomegranate.
and lime trees
all pushing forth
beautiful delicate growth.