Archives for 2019

Suddenly things happen fast.

Later things slow down.

Speed of the breeze.

Swift as the dripping fountain.

Flow and firmament fickle as a toy.

The turbo is charged and all rippling pensiveness is still with vigorous life.

No view is better.

Not a point of view, but a position from which to see the puffs, ripples and hear the ringing of the goat bells.

Time for dairy milk. Time for spilled milk. Time out of time.

The steep climb and the calm floor.

The air and the barn door.

You and I see and soar.

Rhyming was requested.

Last issue, clean the car.

Craggy rocks looked impossible.

Hard, difficult, tricky – yes.

Not impassable!

In fact, a great place for a picnic. Providing you don’t sit down!

If you believe in the power of the moon rising, the branch creaking and the snow melting – you are in good company.

Who are these fine lasses and lads?

We are not sure.

We sit and contemplate the shape of an ungraded orange.

We sniff and then take easy deep breaths of spicy, piny air.

Ski along here sometime. Snow or not.

Strutting along singing a song. We are pleased.

Soon the best benefits of flowering madrillion makers will be realized and fantastic as it may be, nobody has to do anything any more.

That is, unless there’s something, that one good thing, you would really, truly like to do!