Smokebush

Also known as dyer's sumach.  I took a different street home.  Amazing what you encounter when you walk along a different street.  When you look with the intention of seeing.  

June approaches

 the adventure awaits.

The majestic wishes to thank

its roots for its grandeur.  I'm sure, the roots are rooting on every bloom in the singular and in the collective.  

 

Conceal and reveal.

Are opposites truly opposites or simply a continuum as in the single curve of a  circle?

 

Who knows what this is?

Who knows what anything is except itself in this moment.  Happy Saturday.  Perhaps, the farmers market will provide the necessary wisdom.  It often does.  

Puya

These terrestrial plants are yearly favorites.  They never fail to inspire me walking through a portal.  Hmm, puya portal! 

Shooting stars

 

and stars napping. Outside & inside.   

A piece of glass

with its myriad of reflected impressions, is like a fat, page-turning novel.  Great as summer approaches.

The simple object

is beautiful.  Spoon.  Two rose petals. A small clump of nasturtium.  And the combination, the gathering, exquisite.  Nothing less that the intersection of story and stillness.   
 

Something magically hopeful about irises

especially bearded irises.  Oh, those pollen tongues.

 

Bottlebrush

 Uber-vibrant.  Down-right hopeful.  May your nerve endings quiver with joy.

Full circle

 

Every year in our northern New Jersey (Hackettstown) backyard, a row of luscious pink peonies bloomed.  Steadfast & showy.  Meanwhile Ricky our dog (late memory) would want to go outside.  Well, now it's May1, and in our Walnut Creek home the peonies have bloomed and a neighbor's dog Zeek Stubbs appears after chasing turkeys.  Quiet and gentle, Zeek shows up at our patio gate every 5 weeks or so.  Peonies & pooch -- two vibrant beautifies reminding me of childhood.