I’ve long admired the beauty of flowers that bloom in early spring. I moved from admiration to action and planted tulips and hyacinths for the very first time!! And now the first signs of life have emerged from beneath the cold earth. In my excitement this Haiku was born. I just can’t wait to see them all in the glory of their full bloom 💐
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So we’re under a nor’easter with heavy snowfall. It’s cold but what a warmth in my heart this orchid is generating. She’s the first bloom of the season.
Lone yellow leaf among comrades now brown Valiantly shimmers in sunshine gold At peace in decay, content to bed down Even in dying, beauty to behold
Dee’s Sonnet
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
This golden ray of sunshiny beauty adorned my table at a restaurant recently. A beautiful part of the decor that enhanced the dining experience. Hope it brings some sunshine to your day today especially if you’re in colder climes.
Reflecting on photos from my favorite park mixed with quotes from folks who spoke the sentiments of my heart before I did …
“Autumn leaves shower like gold, like rainbows, as the winds of change begin to blow.”– Dan Millman
“There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees–as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again.”– Ruth Ahmed
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”—Lauren Destefano
“I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” – Dodinsky
“Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.”– Hal Borland
“Fall for Jesus, He never leaves.”—Author Unknown
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”—Stanley Horowitz
She’s kaleidoscope Autumn beckons through the blinds: “Come see my beauty”
Behold: trees of shimmering yellow……vivacious red,…golden brown!Behold a standout beauty!Behold: leaves carpeting ride path …… and cushioning walk path, a lady in red goes by green bench. Behold, geese in river hemmed in by autumn-colored trees!
I hope you enjoyed thisvicarious journey 😊 Happy Sunday!
My favorite park—it has a river running through it, and bridges, and tons of trees and a walk/run path winding along the river.
Now that autumn is here it’s an array of colors. I spend many hours absorbing its beauty and being healed by its tranquility. Today the reflection from its river is captured for Sunday Photo Reflection.
Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?
Kaleidoscopic Display, between city streets Autumn flowers bloom
Smack dab in the middle of the concrete jungle that is NY City appears this rainbow array of floral splendor which stopped me dead in my track. I grabbed my trusty iPhone to capture this photo. It’s deserving of its own Haiku.
The joys of the season are all cleverly brought together in this beautiful decor design. No trick and nothing spooky here, just the beauty of nature exemplified.
I went apple picking for the first time! It rained but that didn’t stop me from climbing trees to fill my bag with the choicest of apples. Topped it off with freshly-made apple cider and delish apple donuts. Yummy 😋
There were pumpkins of all sizes and shapes, some painted with adoring smiley faces. There were gourds of all sizes and shapes, there was even a ‘flock’ of swan gourds.
Presenting MsFoxglove, fashionably adorned in a lavender-polka-dotted-glove-like ensemble taking the 1st place award for the “most delicate” in the garden.
If it creeps or crawls, you can be guaranteed there’ll be one reaction from me—a mad dash in the opposite direction!
I’m sitting on the porch and look up to see this grasshopper lazing on the rail.
But…
… I’m not having that feeling-to-run feeling. Umm — it seems being in the garden all summer and encountering creepy-crawlies has toughened me up a bit. Cool!
So, I’m staying still and I may as well take pix. Out comes my trusty iPhone—SNAP! SNAP!!
Not fleeing means I’m getting to see this insect “up close and personal” for the very first time. And what an intricately-designed beauty of nature this is, complete with a herringbone pattern on its hind legs connected by what look like screws.
Hope you’ll enjoy viewing this little gift from Mother Nature. HAPPY SUNDAY!!!!
Reflecting on how wonderful it was to have a garden (my first). Thank you garden, you blessed me immensely this spring to summer and heading into autumn you’re still giving vibrant offerings.
And also for Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt (though there is more than one flower today).
Summer alive in Himalayan vale—flowers, Mountains—glorious
In 1980, Indian Government created the Valley of Flowers National Park, which in 2002, was recognised as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. This rich area of Biodiversity is also home to rare and endangered animals and birds.
After-word: Sitting outside, hard at work on the computer when an orange glow danced across the screen. I looked up to see the sky evoking this beautiful orange that cascaded all around me. An experience to capture and freeze in a photo moment to share with you. Good night e-friends!
So this was from early in the season but I’m already nostalgic for spring/summer. Here’s to pretty pink Azalea—pretty by nature. I hope she brings some joy to your day.
Walking through a car park and this beauty stopped me in my track and out came my trusty iPhone to capture her elegance. Isn’t she lovely?!
I’m calling her the “coral flower” cause I don’t know her name. Do you!?Please help me name her.I hope this beauty brings a bit of joy to your day 🌺
Update: thanks to botanist extraordinaire, Eliza Waters, I now know the “coral flower” is really Cockscomb Celosia. It does resemble a cock’s comb, doesn’t it. It’s amazing how nature mimics itself.
Earlier this summer I was strolling through a meadow looking for place to picnic and thought this spot was perfectly dreamy. No sooner had I settled in before bees started arriving. We cohabitated safely—me reading and they doing what bees do when they find a good flower.
With my trusty iPhone, captured this bee doing aerial gymnastics. As for the flower, I don’t know it’s name so I’ll just call it “purple mop head” 😊 If you know it, please name it🙏🏽. Happy Sunday!
UPDATE: Thanks to Eliza I now know the “purple mop head” is the Spotted knapweed (Centaurea stoebe).
As we’re winding down the season of long summer days and about to enter the season of transition, I’m thinking about trees and the transformation they’re preparing to undergo—the stripping, the letting go—and how simultaneously beautiful and haunting that is. And that got me thinking about the life lessons we can learn from trees.
Lesson 1: Be Rooted. Most demons we fight as adults were planted during childhood, the formative years. Be aware of root causes. You can’t change what you don’t know or assess and won’t own. When the dysfunction is known and addressed/being addressed, be grounded in the transformed/transforming you. Roots that are strong enough will help you withstand what life throws at ya.
Lesson 2: Be vulnerable. In climes where seasons change, trees shed their leaves, they leave themselves bare. In the right circumstances and with the right people, let everything that would hinder your transformation fall away. Life seasons will inevitably change and you’ll bloom again, without pretending. When you know you, when you’re rooted in who you are, you can face the world with nothing to hide behind. Know your truth. Speak your truth. Live in your truth.
The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go.
Author Unknown
Lesson 3: Be Pliable. If you can’t or won’t bend, you can and will break. Rigidity leads to breakage while flexibility leaves room for movement.
Have you ever watched a tree dancing in placid-like wind, or flailing about in a storm? Sure, winds sometimes lead to breakage, but more often than not trees that are well rooted and can move in the direction of the wind, bounce back. Be pliable when life’s storm winds blow. You’ve got bouncebackability. Be open to breaking-through.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Hermann Hesse, German novelist & poet
Lesson 4: Be photosynthetic. It’s a process of absorbing and releasing. What you take in—either negative or positive—you must also release. The Dead Sea is “dead” because it receives but it doesn’t release, it has no outlet.
Where you are now, is not where you will be. Becoming the best you is transformational and that’s a process of letting go and letting God. God is a good outlet. In fact, I’d say the best. Trust the process, trust God and let your authentic self become uncovered.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Kahlil Gibran
Lesson 5: Be poetic. You may not know this, but poetry was created in you. God says we are His “workmanship”, created and ordained for good works. The word “workmanship” is a translation from the Greek word “poiēma” from which the English word “poem” is derived. So, who are you not to be poetic when God created you so to be!?
Shabbat Shalom. May you find the courage to be like a tree—a poem in full authenticity—written across your sky!
They are an exquisite combination of class and elegance, adding beauty to any space.
It took me awhile to get the hang of keeping orchids alive and getting them to rebloom. Now that I have, I find so much joy in ‘raising’ my orchid babies.
I hope these bring a little joy to your day today.
A stealthy idyllic season of changes, Transforming trees to colors like rainbow. Leaves evolve to variegated ranges, Set tops of mountain and valleys aglow. Picturesque landscapes of vivid splendor, Fields transforming into orange-red hues. A bridge between summer and winter, Nature’s cure to evaporate the blues, If only the joys of autumn we choose.
The Novelinee poetic form (a 9 line stanza poem overlaid with rhyme sequence: a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,d) written for dVerse where Laura was the host. Not sure if I got the stresses right but I challenged myself to write a new poetic form which I enjoyed. I’m also new to dVerse and hope to be back here again.
One of the good-good gifts of The Most High God—is NATURE—which I’d like to share with you in this short video clip (below) and photo montage (above) with one intent: to bless you as I’m blessed.
👆This is a short video clip from my seat on a rock by the river Inspired by AuthorWorld writing prompt based on this image, the title is nature.
To say that there’s a lot of sadness around us, is an understatement. And sometimes joy may be found in the simplest of things and in the most unexpected places like with these two fairy penguins looking over the Melbourne skyline.
Widowed penguins appear to comfort each other in nightly embrace
The lighter penguin is an elderly female whose partner died this year. The darker one is a younger male who lost his partner two years ago. Biologists have followed them as they meet every night to comfort each other. They stand for hours together watching the lights.
Photographer Tobias Baumgaertner captured this image of two widowed fairy penguins looking over the Melbourne skyline. It has won an award in Oceanographic magazine’s Ocean Photography Awards 2020
This story made my heart smile. Sometimes all we need is a hug. Or someone to be there just because—no words, just be there. Or maybe you can be that someone for someone else.
I deadheaded yesterday and this beauty is the last of the reblooms. But, there are new buds so I’m super excited for the 4th set of reblooms this season!
Sharing to bring a little joy to your day today. Thanks to Cee for hosting the Flower of the Day prompt.
Strolling through a public garden on a promenade and came across this beautiful pink hibiscus — it’s deserving to be today’s Flower of the Day, hosted by Cee.
There she was—perched precariously, as squirrels often do. She was maneuvering her way across a black unevenly-spiked fence in a quaint little garden off the Brooklyn promenade.
She’s poised. Graceful in her moves. Tail elongated she floats about with seamless acrobatics atop this fence.
I stayed a non-threatening distance away to capture as much of the action without scaring her and forcing a retreat into the protective layers of the tree’s plush foliage. So, with my trusty iPhone I zoom in for a shot that will appear as though I’m in close proximity to this cute little creature of the wild.
She seemed content with me in her space and so I moved in, slow step by slow step. Camera still aimed directly at her. And that’s when she did it …
… she nestled herself between two spikes at the fence’s apex; wrapped her tail around the central/biggest spike while settling her hind legs on the narrow bar of the fence; she then raised up on her hind legs, lifted her front legs even higher and gently placed her paws inches off the rail. Once in position she stared directly into the lens with a confident and proud demeanor as if to say, “I’m all that and I’m ready for my shot”.
I was ready. Click. Got it!
Others walking by who saw this 10-seconds exhibition unfolding—which felt more like a full-length fashion shoot—joined in my exclamations of pure joy.
I have a feeling she’s done this before! Don’t you?!
This was such a splendiferous nature experience. It gave me a heart smile. Let’s be kinder to Mother Nature. She apportions her joys equally to all. Let’s appreciate her more, be gentle with her offerings for she totally rocks!!
Before-word: online scrolling and came across this photo (artist unknown) of the most idyllic, kaleidoscope-like display of nature at her picturesque best. It’s only appropriate, then, to commemorate this emotional-splendor of nature. Though 17 syllables are hardly adequate, what better form is there to use than the Haiku as its intended motive is to evoke images of the natural world.
Bridge spanning river Reflect shimmering autumn Leaves variegated
An invader from a world outside the Milkyway Galaxy.
A world where life—as they knew it—was dying fast and invasion and thievery became their only raison d’etat.
Donned in earthly attire, he was accepted by the keepers of Earth Sun as an “investigator”.
And why not, for with his fedora and trench coat he fitted in seamlessly with the investigators of the Federal Bureau of Invasion Protection.
Under the guise of what we now know was his false investigative report that the Earth Sun was decreasing the stratospheric ozone around Earth’s polar regions, the FBI-P handed over to him the emergency reset lasso.
At the time of twilight—that time between sunset and full night.
That time when the light from the sky is produced by the diffusion of sunlight through the atmosphere and its dust.
Yes, at that exact time, which coincidentally aligned to that time when the Earth was closest to Earth Sun, he unleashed the lasso.
Designed to travel to exactly 94.192 million miles at the speed of light it reached its mark.
He released the octopus-like tentacles of the lasso and voila, he trapped Earth Sun.
As he yanked Earth Sun out of orbit, pulling her closer to Earth, clouds turned an eerie grey and Earth’s core bubbled to the surface in ball-size piles of molten rocks.
With the effortless ease with which he trampled the heated rocks, step by hefty step, the FBI-P realized.
But, alas, too late.
Deployed forces saw only the grey fedora, which matched the quickly emerging grey clouds, as it crisscrossed its way in a free fall to the ground.
At just the moment it hit the now sweltering ground, the FBI-P forces saw only the back of the terrorist as he escaped the Milky Way Galaxy with Earth Sun in tow.
Before-word: sitting on the patio unwinding at the end of the work day when the atmosphere of the sky almost immediately shifted with the appearance of dark onerous clouds. This instantaneous transformation in nature inspired this haiku.
I picked up gardening this summer when the lansdcaping company I hired was a no-show. We had laid out the plan but when spring ended and May rolled around and they were nowhere in sight I said to myself, “Self, you can do this”. I had no tools and I had no idea about flowers—I just knew what was aesthetically pleasing to me.
I researched nurseries. I researched flowers. The workers at the Home Depot and nurseries became my buddies—“What tools do I need for this and that?” “Which potting soil and fertilizer is best?” “Mulch?!” And pretty soon google was auto-directing my searches to all things “garden”.
But somehow “deadheading” didn’t come up till a kind blogger, Eliza Waters, in her comment on a post advised me to deadhead the tickseed to encourage rebloom. Back to google I went: “What is deadhead?” “How to deadhead …?”
I clipped with careful precision, following the google-advisors to a T. All the while praying I’m doing it right.
Over the weeks following I kept checking for signs of regrowth. And then one morning, after a night of summer showers, there they were—new buds!
The roses were about to re-bloom.
Suffice it to say, I was elated! With my trusty iPhone I began documenting what to me—the accidental gardener—is a feat.
On a nature trail this flower stopped me dead in my jog track and I turned back to freeze it in a photo-memory. Later when I zoomed in on the photo realized I inadvertently captured a bit of nature in motion—this ant and his worm dinner served up on a tessellate-like multi-petal platter! Bon appétit mrAnt. (58 words)
The challenge from Sammi Cox is for us to write a 58 word post using the word “tessellate.” Well, I learned a new word today and was able to use it in a sentence. Yeah me!!! Thanks Sammi!!! I love a word prompt challenge and you delivered. 😊
Today’s photo is a pause for reflection on the calm after the storm on a beach in Coney Island, NY.
Tropical Storm Elsa dumped her flooding rains, howled her gusty winds, stirred up her tornadoes, dumped her icy hails, flashed her lightnings, and barreled her thundering sounds across the sky from the Caribbean isles to the North American hills and vales.
Today there’s a calm. The beach is peaceful and quiet. There’s a crisp coolness in the air, a stark contrast to record-hot temps of the last few days.
The only life on the beach are those guarding lives, and even they are just lazing about ‘cause in this moment this beach is deathly quiet.
One of the positive things about movements being restricted by this pandemic is that it freed up time and so I picked up new hobbies. In addition to blogging (you may like “Why I Created This Blog”), I also started gardening over the past 2-3 months and it’s been pure JOY!
So before I lose them all, I froze the remaining ‘blooms of my labor’ in photo memories which I’d like to share with you.
Space 1: The rhododendrons now have the company of a range of other perennials like fox gloves, roses, daisies & tickseeds. Space 2: For this space I had to take out a couple evergreens, broke my heart to do it; but, that gave the room needed to add color, texture & dimension to the space.
Today’s photo reflection is a mix of photos accompanied by quotes from others who are equally captivated and inspired by nature as I am and said things I’d say myself but they got to it first so now I get to quote them😉😉.
David Hobsongot it right when he said— “I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.”Phyllis Theroux— “I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.”George Bernard Shawyou nailed it— “The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for Him there.”“God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.” —Francis BaconGertrude Jekyll got it right when she said— “A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust.”“Life begins the day you start a garden.” —Chinese proverb [my life has just begun 🥳]Alfred Austin, the only thing I’d add is “sweat on your brow”— “The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.”Rudyard Kipling, it’s tue— “Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.” —Gardens are made by heart-work!❤️Many evenings I just sit still in the garden, and you’re right Ruth Stout— “Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.”Stoufer I absolutely agree, a garden must be like heaven on earth— “When heaven falls to earth it becomes a garden.”“Gardening is the art that uses flowers and plants as paint, and the soil and sky as canvas.” —Elizabeth Murray“The home gardener is part scientist, part artist, part philosopher, part plow [woman]. [She] modifies the climate around [her] home.”
—Thank you John Whiting! You totally get it!! A garden has powers to shift the atmosphere.
I took creative liberty to design an acrostic—B.E.G.—as part of an emphatic 6 word story on behalf of Mother Nature and her plea with humanity to help her help us.
Before I understood the true meaning and the blessings of the Sabbath, it was more like an arduous religious ritual observance. And as an adolescent, I recall at the end of just about every Sabbath I came down with a terrible migraine headache.
Research on the anthropology and psychology of religion have confirmed the psychological impact and mental health implications of ritual observance.
Sabbath is not about rituals or a litany of restrictive dos and don’ts. Sabbath was intended to help people, not burden them.
The Bible says it best: Sabbath was made for man and not the other way around (Mark 2:27). Meaning the sabbath was made for our good, and not our hurt. For the good of our souls (spiritual, mental, psychological renewal); for the good of our bodies (physical rest and restoration); for the good of our communities (connecting families, friends, society); and for the good of our world (socially, culturally, environmentally).
The world is US. Therefore, what we do at the individual level has a ripple effect. I believe God’s intent behind the Sabbath was to heal the world/us and keep it/us healthy.
Imagine if each week there’s the opportunity to recenter ourselves; to reconnect with family and friends; to truly REST; to have dedicated-unrushed worship time to commune with the Divine God; and, to truly understand and appreciate the connection between Sabbath-keeping and nature. Well, that is what Sabbath is! And it is accessible to each of us.
This kind of transformation at the personal level over time would have a profound healing effect on the world.
Scientific and empirical research prove that when we set aside the ritualistic approach to Sabbath, we open ourselves up to holistic health benefits that can contribute to our well-being as individuals.
The benefits include longevity (up to 10 years added to lifespan); few deadly diseases; more healthy years of life; better mental health; and, better physical health.
However, Sabbath was never intended to be about me, the individual, but about US, the community. The celebration of sabbath should synchronize us with others—me>> family>> friends>> community>> society>> earth—for a ripple effect of transformation.
Shabbat Shalom. May you find the spiritual, psychological, social, physical, cultural, and environmental health benefits of Sabbath for yourself and your community at large.
“Impervious” made me think of bullying and the power of words to destroy contrasted with the fortitude and resilience of nature. Especially a duck—i.e. water off duck back—that can be emulated in empowering a child (or anyone who’s the target of a bully) with skills of bounce-back-ability.
Today’s reflection is based on pix taken through this window. For most of my flight I was transfixed—watching clouds go by and snapping pix along the way. Flying in the boundless sky, above and through clouds. If I was a painter, I’d reflect the emotions evoked on canvas. But, since I’m a poet I’ll express the emotions instead with words and writing. Misty layers, floating. Never forever. Never the same. Whimsical, shifting, changing. Transitory shapes. Bulging monster or volcano erupting? If I could but grab your fleecy form, luminous in the setting sun. Effervescent are you, elusive cloud. Back on ground. Sitting in the garden observing sensational azure sky till fluffy whiteness dotted the scene, ever changing, shifting cloud.
We know that God established Sabbath as a day of rest at the end of the 7-day week. On the 6th day human beings were created. So clearly there wasn’t much work, if any at all, for humankind to do between them being created and Sabbath rest being instituted. So, if not to rest from work, what then was the purpose of that very first sabbath? And what can that teach us about sabbath rest today?
Imagine that you’re Adam or Eve. It’s Friday and you came to know yourself and to meet the One who created you. And together with your Creator you start to explore the vastness of your garden-home. You are enveloped in nature. You go off to sleep with wonderment and immense joy and wake up just as blissful with jubilant expectation to see what else the Creator has to reveal of His eARTh. And He bids you “good morning, welcome to your first Sabbath!” He invites you to explore and reflect on all He did for you despite you having done nothing. He invites you to receive Sabbath grace.
Grace, simply defined in Christian theology, is a favor given to us by God only on the basis that He desires for us to have it, not because of anything we have done to earn it (i.e. it’s unmerited).
Nature is one way grace is demonstrated. We did nothing to have received the gift of nature. All its wonder and splendor is the grace that Sabbath affords us to reflect on.
Join me on this pictorial ode to nature, journeying through Arizona:
Surveying the incisions that over time water has cut into the plateau revealing layer after layer of rock in hues so red to influence the naming of Sedona, Arizona—Red Rock Country.Whether you look to the left or the right, your eyes will land on stunning red rock vistas.Determined to climb to the highest level of the Bell Rock to bask in the earth’s energy from the vortex, I often got down on all fours.There she is in her full splendor, the Bell Rock, as only can be fully appreciated from above in a helicopter ride over … I hiked that! Getting re-centered in a circle of cairns at the 1st level of the Bell Rock vortex. Vortex is a concentrated area of energy rising up from the earth. If you’re sensitive enough to the surrounds, you do feel the energy. Nature equally awes in the Grand Canyon with massive boulders so precise and grandiose ……and mountain ranges flat like a table top juxtaposed to ragged-edged peaks draped in golden sunlight. No trip to the Grand Canyon is complete without a roadside encounter with the wild life whether grazing lazily along the highway…… or skillfully scaling rock faces. These sheep mountaineers blend seamlessly into their environment. Had this enchanting encounter while hiking the Bright Angel Trail in …… the Grand Canyon. Arizona also boasts plants flowering in arid landscapes … … and bigger-than-life cactus growing wild……or tamed for exterior decor. We often think of grace in the context of Jesus’ death on the cross. This crucifix hangs in the Chapel of the Holy Cross, one of the strongest vortex sites (there are 4 vortexes in Sedona). The Chapel of the Holy Cross, built in between 2 towering red rock formations in Sedona is the perfect place to sit in quiet reflection of all of nature surrounding you while gazing up on the embodiment of grace—an image of Christ hanging from a cross.
In every direction throughout Arizona there is the beauty of the natural wonders of nature, and this too is a reminder of the grace of Sabbath.
Shabbat Shalom. May you experience the grace of the Sabbath in nature today and every day.
The sun sets on my time in Arizona, blanketing the horizon over the Grand Canyon.
Last year, around this time, NY was the epicenter of the COVID-19 pandemic. I ventured out the house for only the essentials and sadly, but smartly, that didn’t include gardening supplies or plants. So, the garden languished all year—doing its best to be splendiferous with the remnants of what survived from the year before and without my TLC.
This year, it’s been tilled and manured, mulched and watered. With a few new perennial additions and some fixtures of smiley frogs, and the like, the garden is coming back to vibrancy.
Rhododendrons, Cat Mint, Lilies, Roses, Hydrangeas, Meadow Sage all bursting in bloom and fragrance.
The Hydrangeas, Azaleas and Syringa won’t be outdone—they too are exploding in vibrancy of color and splendor of fragrance.
Spring feels more like summer which bids and welcomes me to enjoy the outdoors. An umbrella for a little shade, and the garden is the best place to repose.
Even the butterflies are returning.
The beauty of creation on a tiny-tiny-tiny plot on this vast-vast-vast eARTh. And, the garden is exhibiting all kinds of happy vibes again!
One thing that’s kept me sane and connected throughout the pandemic is being in green open spaces.
Mother’s Day was spent hiking in the wonderful Palisades Interstate Park. Running up leaf-covered hillsides, balancing across water-logged walk paths, conquering rocky terrains, swinging from trees in carefree abandon—my inner child came out to play.
The changes in scenery dynamically alter between water and woodland with idyllic spots along the way, enough to lull your mind into that state of perfect happiness—nirvana.
And then there was the climb—
—steep and winding up the mountain.
Absolutely worth the ‘burn’ for the reward of picturesque views from thezenith.
At the mountaintop is the Women’s Federation Monument.
The castle-like structure overlooks the river with great views in all directions.
A climb up the stairs to the second floor…
… gives even greater views of the city far far below.
To complete the perfection of the hike, a 10-week old corgi named Luna took a liking to me.
I said a prayer along the way …
… and left a small marker—the cairn. Three stones built atop a boulder—each stone symbolically saying: “I Am Here”.
Thanks to spring, the birds are back in their chirping splendor. There’s a special little cutie that’s been dropping by regularly. I love him (I assume he’s a “he”😀) because of his red feathers.
In enticing him to hang out with me, I thought I’d get him this birdy bird feeder.
Can’t wait for him to discover his gift and treat … sooooo excited!!!!
It rained all last night and most of today. At the first sign the rain was abating, me and my trusty iPhone headed down the stairs and across the street to the walk path and river to capture nature in her glow.
First I encountered the hydrangeas on the steps as I’m heading out, they’ve perked up to the thrill of spring showers … …then the Tulips, this one awash with rain drops and hugged by Bleeding HeartsSoon I got to one of my fav spots in the park—the Bronx River. Today it’s swollen, gushing noisily over this short fall …I must sit for awhile and bask in the beauty surrounding meThen it’s off for a stroll along the BronxRiver Walk Path—it’s the epitome of serene, today enhanced by variance in the shades of spring-time green …ending where I started, Bleeding Hearts & Tulips
There are moments that some may call “happenstances” and others “coincidences”. I call them God moments – moments that mark the times when the ordinary of our lives is interrupted and interjected with the extraordinary. They are moments that cannot be explained, or are so perfectly orchestrated they are truly too good to be of man and must therefore be of God.
God moments come whenever:
Like a period (.): forcing us to stop and acknowledge that the normalcy and routine of our lives have been interrupted by the supernatural.
Like a comma (,): causing us to pause in contemplative wonderment of what has just transpired.
Like an exclamation (!): an a-ha moment when we’re awed by a sudden realization, inspiration, insight, recognition, or comprehension and left with no other expression than: “Look at God!”
Like a question mark (?): compelling us to query the depth and height of God’s love measured in the magnitude of our capacity to stray in the face of His resolute determination to chase.
Like a dash (—): a needed pause; betwixt and between the last dollar and an empty cupboard; a phone call to say “hey” breaking through a lonely moment; or the simultaneous pairing of the perfect song with the bewilderment of your heart.
God moments happen wherever like while we are taking a walk, driving on the busy thoroughfares or flying in the boundless skies.
And, no matter when or where they are manifested, we are caught off guard by God moments. But no, not so for God. These moments are all part of His design. And, He smiles a smile so big it sun-lights up the sky as He savors our astonishment to His interspersing humanity with snippets of the Divine.
It took me awhile to get the hang of growing them. In fact, I literally killed 9 … no that doesn’t sound good at all, let me rephrase … 9 orchids died while under my care (lol 😂). So this bloom is a HUGE deal—it’s from one of the orchids that is re-blooming under my care and it’s MY 1st FLOWER OF THE SEASON.
I’m so happy.
I’m proud to say I now have 11 orchids and ALL of them are set to re-bloom. All except one have sent out new spikes and all have new nodes (some of them multiple nodes). I’m ecstatic and filled with anticipation waiting for all the plants to flower.
This morning I woke up to the most beautiful orange hue filling every corner of my room, cascading in from the window above my bed.
I got super excited because I knew the sun was on full-on display, and today’s DAWNing was gonna be majestic!!! I was right!
So I grabbed my trusty phone camera and like a kid bouncing up and down the bed eventually captured a good shot.
From the bathroom window—which gave a better view—as far as my eyes could see, all across the horizon, the rising sun splashed her shimmering yellowish-orange colors across the sky.
In that moment I was reminded of the beauty of new beginnings and all the potential that lies in new beginnings.
I believe SUNRISE is
a reminder of the Creator of the universe of how beautiful BEGINNINGS can be
A collection of writing by Dominic Riccitello — intimate conversations, personal essays, and poetic reflections on relationships, loss, and self-discovery.