Kindness

God’s handwriting

If I were a bee

If I were a bee, I’d see this view every day, over and over, drunk with joy and pollen.  I wouldn’t need an iPhone camera.  I’d have my wings.

“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.”
~Luther Burbank

“In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.”
~Kakuzō Okakura, The Book Of Tea

and my favorite:

“The earth laughs in flowers.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

(for Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge: Macro)

Welcome!

Celebrating the new year with my husband, foie gras, and a bottle of glorious champagne that was a gift of love.  What a wonderful way to start the new year!

 Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

And now we welcome the new year.  Full of things that have never been.
~Rainer Maria Rilke

Be done with it

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday Sayings–Earth laughs

I see icy icicles

(OK, I know they’re not icicles, but that’s such a catchy phrase that I had to use it.  Forgive me? At least I don’t see dead people!)

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Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
–Ovid.

She finds seashells

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.  One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.–Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Colors of the fall garden

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
―William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Clouds

We can never have enough of nature.  We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, and thunder-cloud, and the rain.

–Henry David Thoreau