To get up close to a Puya

is a delight for eye & spirit.  This plant sends me into rapture as does the Fuyu persimmon.  If our cats weren't already named (Freddy & Fritz), Puya and Fuyu might have worked nicely.  Thank goodness cats can have more than 9 nicknames.  

Every Tuesday for the last month

you're returned to this spot in the dream that begins slowly, becomes complex until it gets to this center and then slowly, patiently (like credits in a movie), unwinds.  Ends.  
 

An unbelievable blue

which you want to believe is what you are seeing.  This is the hue of blue which has been watching over you.

Flower spirit

 flying toward us.  Perhaps, the next poetry project will be for daisies.    

A flower suitable to pen a poem upon

 and lots of light which is a way of saying hope.

A window and some daisies involved.

The rest is all fiction.

 

Childhood flowers really take hold.

I loved over-the-top, showy peonies as a kid.  From a tight round bud, an exuberance of pink, or white, or both.  Fragrant to match their drama.  Haven't seen them much since I left the East Coast decades ago. Well, they showed up and thriving in my now hometown of Walnut Creek.  Guess I'll keep looking for the treasures I left behind.  
 

Embrace hope

The life force is alive and robust.    

There is always a woman at the center

 and frequently she is dancing.

Unexpected and delighted

I'm gaga for Puya.  Puya raimondii, queen of the Andes.  I thought Bancroft Succulent Gardens had removed this plant, but nope there are two of these at Bancroft and lots more different puya in the garden.  Great time to visit Bancroft.  Yes, unexpected and delighted, like receiving an email from a childhood friend.  Hello there, Martha.  

If a bearded iris ever sees

 itself as an abstract or as a landscape, here it is.  

Nest -- inside & out

This for sure:  there is always something inside and something outside the nest.  

a sentient watching 

and a sentient 

being 

watched