I respect stop signs.

I believe nature has imbedded invisible stop signs to say, "Slow down, stop, and see.  The natural details are abundant and will inspire you.  
 

There's a first for every thing

and everything in its season.  Yesterday, I looked up and a big "K" plowed into the hillside.  It's fire season here.  

Perhaps

this is the way a bee sees the Puya.  Any given afternoon from a bee's perspective, what would that be like?   

And one to grow on.

Isn't is special when you find a favorite plant growing in your neighborhood.  A plant that isn't a household name at least where I live.  Here's the Puya, and she has one stalk which will bloom sometime soon.  In bloom unmistakable with those jade blue waxy flowers.  Worthy of a daily pilgrimage.  When not blooming, not so spectacular unless you know what's coming.  Here, the Puya is a once-a-year bloomer.  

Unfolding

Puya (Mapuche Indian meaning "point"). Majestic towering bush.  The month of May & following into June is Puya season and I am always giddy & grateful.

Whose hands are these

reaching out of the piano?  For me, it's impossible to not be engaged if a mirror or mirrored surface is nearby.  What engages you?

Landscape as fan

acting as if feathers in motion.  Or an invisible hand catching fragments.  

 

Overlay of memories

Like us, flowers are not singular in nature.  They thrive in community scented by the fragrances of layered memory.  
 

Daybreak

 is a daily miracle.  May she continue.  

The first day of Summer

farmers markets begin brimming with color.  The longest day is a kaleidoscope of stars and time is rainbow-hued.   

Observing faces, their shadows, and the plants they support.

 Downtown Pleasanton, CA.  

Title, "As You Wish"

 Can someone explain how to calibrate the distance between wishing and wanting.