There was a breeze off the ocean that did not tumble umbrellas, laughter that danced around togetherness and a blue bicycle that matched the sky.

Rest Here

and so I did.

I have always felt the living presence
of trees , the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe

 ~ Michael S. Glaser

Edible Clouds and Berries

Before us cotton candy clouds, behind us a dismal cloud quickly moving in,  in the middle of the two were three friends and some of prettiest strawberries they'd ever seen. 

 

Joy Comes In The Morning

While sitting and having my coffee this morning, I looked out the bay window and a cluster of pink smiled out back.  It was the first blooming of the Rhododendron that I planted seven years ago. I couldn't believe my eyes and wondered if the girl might have left a pink doll dress laying on the branch? I had waited so long for it to bloom and thought it may never happen.  I made my way out back closer to the bush and just when I thought it would never happen.

 My dad lives in the Mountains near the Roan and he insisted my visit to "The Roan", a must.  It was amazing to share such beauty with a man who had not been there for me through my youth. I have found him to be a man that enjoys the most simple things of life, a man who appreciates the tiniest of wonders.  The smell of  the morning Roan is forever pressed into my mind, a place where I walked amoung the clouds, a true glipse of heaven. Funny how a cluster of pink blooms out my back door can bring joy in my heart and a glassing of my eyes.
 http://www.roanmountain.com/gardens.htm

The Heart Of Things

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The Best Of Me