Out of Season?

The daffodil or me?

 

Strutting

and in the egret's wake a liquid palette.  A visit by an egret is nothing less than elegant hope.  

 

Don't know to be happy or scared.

 Irises are blooming in the front yard.  It's January.  

A good ending leaves the door open

for a fine beginning.  So the year ended with a jumpstart on 2025 resolutions:  make a flatbread.  What's up for 2025, to know flatbreads as the palette of culinary innovation, community and adventure.  What's not to like?  Pull up a chair; conversation is on the menu.  Here's a napkin.  
 

In this moment

                                                                   one can only hope.

In the span of 12 minutes

light in the moment, and She changes everything.  

 

Walking:

 

a natural way to reflect.