Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

What happens when love takes the time to strengthen, what happens if it passes, and the day tomorrow leaves behind is chilled and withed, holding us without a chance, at the drop off point where death takes over, how can we hold the weary fort, when battle scars the very heart of the earth. How can we love without knowing, how can we hold on without a knotted center keeping us from flying off, how can I watch the day die and still live to see the morning sneaking back to life against the sallow sky? I did, and then I turned around and just walked out of the picture. What could I do? I didn't know how to talk it over. Magnolia Buds in December, Central Park

The storm uprooted trees, but left the French Conservancy Garden full of chrysantemums

fresh stamin spears dusted with delicately colored pollen, served on a bed of baby orange petals, garnished with winter green leaves and stems of summer.

Here we come! Here we come!  We're ready, you see! To Be You!  To be Me!  To be Free! Whee! French Conservancy Garden, Central Park