There Comes a Time

 There comes a time when the grass in the meadow becomes long, too long, and it flows like a river in the summer wind. That is when I want to travel the meadow floor the most, with the wind catching my hair in wild tangles, and flowing through the grass impulsively. The soft touch of the breeze lingering on my face. It's like being in another time and place, where you can forget everything else, and just live in that luxurious moment. Barefoot and without plaits is best. 

And forget not 

that the earth delights 

to feel your bare feet 

and the winds long to 

play with your hair  

~Khalil Gibran

 

It Waits For You

 

Gather every meadow bouquet that you can this beautiful time of year. It waits for you. 

One At A Time

 

At one with nature, one tree, one pond, one reflection at a time.

Dancing With Nature

  

Just dancing with nature to the last few days of May around here. 

To the Tree Outside My Window

  

To the tree outside my window.

I see you waving at me in moonlight, 

As the midnight breeze blows by.

Thank you for standing watch in the night. 

Meadows Lead to Woods

Everyone knows that meadows lead to woods. So they are part of the woodland world. I love what they have to offer along the way. Some of the best art work is in meadows, such as these Pre-Raphaelite beauties. Walk through the meadow. What will you find?

Dream of Trees

 It's 4:29 AM and I cannot sleep. Usually when this happens, it takes a bit of distraction before I can get to sleep, hence this post. If I were a bird, I could sleep in the trees. If I were a fox, I could sleep under trees. If I were asleep, I would dream of the trees. Good night.