The circular is often difficult

 to comprehend.  Is there an inherent sense of vertigo to that which goes around in circles?  

A novel is being recorded

slowly.  Will be some time before the credits roll.  Please be patient.  

 

Past prime

has a particular, splendid elegance.  

 

Day and night

 and anything but opposites.  Bonded brothers:  Freddy & Fritz 

The make-believe worlds of flowers:

subtly magical.  Like the dream-time of lizards.  

When you don't quite know what

the object you are looking at is?  Step back.  Take a photo and ask yourself gentle, "what is?" 

What would you think of Mondays

 if all flowers were only in the hues of gray, black and the the occasional white?  

Let's consider

 a blue umbrella's relationship to early evening.  It is not a conversation of silence.  

Not hidden

but not in plain sight.  So where are we?  How do we know what we are seeing if the mind be preoccupied?  

My father gave me a love of walking.

I look at these ducklings and am reminded who grateful I am for a lifetime of walking.  My mother?  She gave me my love of reading.  Practical life lessons, for sure.  

Welcome

to my world.  Can you swim in the depths of the unconscious?  Join me.  
 

When a rainbow allows itself to become the dream,

the four directions are all contained in that private keyhole.  

 

Help is only a paw away

Fritz, here with advice. Always have a friend at the ready.  My best is my brother Freddy-- below, foreground.  I have always held on to Freddy. Thanks, brother/buddy.   

 

Unadorned

 and prickly.  Perhaps, jaw teeth.  We all have to look out for ourselves.  Oh my!  

So many blurry twists & turns

to a center by it's definition quite small.  Like an eye.  Then again, the big picture is taken in by the small eye. 

What story is being told?

What story did you hear?

 

Knowing

when only a part of something visible.  The mind is part storyteller, part magician, and a seeker of the whole.  And holy.  
 

No matter how much swirling

you can feel the weft and woof.  And isn't the warp beautiful.  Makes me think, what is the sentence under my feet.  Yes, every carpet holds language; every step picks up and puts down a word.  Gives new meaning to magical carpet, don't you think?

Two year anniversary

and counting.  Fritz (on top) and Freddy.  Bonded brothers.  Bonded joy.  And, yes, Fritz, is just as he seems -- a handful.  Wouldn't have it any other way.  
 

Spring is ripening with each moment.

Color deepens.  Wow-factor soars.   

We often talk of happy-places.

How about our wow-factors.  

 

Spring is one glorious upheaval.

A beautiful transformation.  

The writing isn't over.

 The final verb has not been spoken.  

Another kind of Spring's abundance

Each of these is a short story.  Together, interlinked novella.  Mysterious, otherworldly, and perfect for a day of drizzle.  Sun is a distant memory.  
 

Spring is satellite season

 Just go for a walk and find all kinds of otherworldliness.  

Stunning.  Truly.  

Perspective

Can't get enough of it!

What other "things" are always fresh, always in the moment?  

 

Fondly remembering,

fondly anticipating the return of Fuyu in late summer, early fall.  Isn't time that slender thread in the moment connecting past and future?   

Up-close and personal

 Hugging the tank and very much alive.  The world is floating past this fine creature of clear eye.  

Kingdoms, when necessary,

 can be explored from the surface.  And still, the still silent depth enjoyed.  Otherworldly and magical.

Sun

is a window flung open to things bright & beautiful.

 Hopeful, too.

Appearances

 are deceiving.  

You can't tell be looking that these two are professional sock stealers.  

Not an ounce of innocence between them.  

Personality

 full stop.  

White tails

 Or is it white tree tails?  Fingers which to touch.  Intersection of the 4 T's:

tail, tale, tree, touch.  

Spikey

Sometimes just looking at the situation clear-headed, you know there would be a few thorns to contend with along the way.  A succulent garden is a great reminder that beauty can be watchful, can be guarded.  In such situations, best to be on the look-out.    

Let's go to school.

However you may define "school," learning something everyday is the way to travel.  Along the way stop to look at the vegetation is wise counsel.  

Rain & mulch beget

fungi.  Fun & fungi time.  Isn't fungi a great sounding word?  

 

Yellow

Petals & stripes.  I find this an intimate novel happened upon.  Lovely.  Perhaps, the lesson if there be one:  trust in the unexpected especially as Spring is closer than it was yesterday. Seriously, did you think I wouldn't mention that I'm smitten by the red center?  

Winter negotiates with Spring

and in good time, purple wildflowers appear.  Won't be long; the wheel is turning.  Each morning, a petite turning.

Feather flower

 Won't be still for long.  Just you watch.  

Advice from Fritz

It's January.  Stay cozy; I don't care if it's a few degrees above average.  I'm telling you, stay covered, cuddled.  Watchful.  

Varying shades grey and black

 spin themselves into a dream world only branches can decipher.  

Always special

especially considering this iris bloomed yesterday.  Fragile strength -- something to emulate on a special day.  

Suppose you just landed here

What language would you be speaking? Would you continue to have a positive personal relationship with fog?  Would crows be plentiful and vocal?  

The dream's aura

 When will I awake?   

Anticipation

 come and gone.  The wait is over, that heavy weight of waiting kaput.  Her blooming, miraculous.  

Found out

 Here's where I do my creative thinking.  Where do you go?  

A loveliness of ladybugs

 Lovely, indeed.