Adventure galore

 

inside an empty bowl.  Perhaps, even the first paragraph of a novel.  Or a treasure map.  Who  doesn't love an adventure. By the way, what do you think seasonal fruits' perspective is on an empty bowl?  Or a bowl brimming with seasonal abundance?  

Some maps have no keys.

No clues.  Only the sturdy feet of the explorer, the one whose curiosity pushes her forward, the one who loves color, who loves adventure.  The one who always has a sack of petite oranges at the ready.  
 

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.  
 

June approaches

 the adventure awaits.

Feathers preparing

 to be a pinwheel.  For what adventure are you preparing yourself?   May it be vivid.  

A breathable kingdom

verdant.  Invitation to put on red boots and explore. The same path is never the same. I'm thinking of the the familiar trees how they curve, how the daily archs to embrace adventure.  I say, the simpler the better for the simple is just that was well as complex.  Embracing the opposite, each adventure has its curves, its center, and spot of blue.  Perhaps, a couple of puddles.  Oh, those red boots how they take on the world -- one step at a time. 

Fearless.

Ready to take flight. Ready for the next adventure.  

 

Today's adventure began as a dream

 of an iris sailing to a new land.  There you have it.