When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I”m feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so bad. ~ My Favorite Things (a song)
You Must Create
I can imagine the roads lined with cherry trees, dogwood trees, crape myrtle trees dressed to impress with pink buds… white buds… new life… new possibilities.
I can almost inhale the sweet smell of fragrant blossoms wafting through the air, tickling my nose.
Isn’t she ravishing?!
Peonies are a ravishing flower. R-A-V-I-S-H-I-N-G!
My first encounter with this luscious, sexy flower was one hot, miserable day on 42nd Street in New York City (NYC).
Lying under a tree, looking up at God
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, and I’m feeling sad.
But it is absolutely stunning outside, I find myself the tallest, oldest, and greenest tree, I lie beneath it, I look up, and I bask in the wonder of dappled sunlight dancing playfully on my skin. And I imagine that God is sprinkling goodness down on me.
This picture was taken in Victoria, B.C., one of the prettiest places in the world.
I found such immense beauty in the twisty, gnarly branches blanketed in a patina of lichen.