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)
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.
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).
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.