Messy Cherry Blossoms
I told all my blossoms to wait for the bell and then bloom all at once in a flowerly spell! But they burst out whenever, however, wherever, and now it's a tangly blossomy hell!
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Brave Buds
Sweet green bud wrapped tight as a new umbrella sneaking out from winter covers betting its life on another spring.
Gossip!
I don't know what it is, I never saw it before! Maybe it's one of those dangerous immigrant things from over there! Oh well, it is kind of cute. Let's wait a while, and see.
Meet our new friend Ripple!
So far we don't know too much about Ripple, but here's how we met....... I was happening to glance to my left on the way up 5th avenue, when my pointless progress was arrested by an insistent and very demanding TWEET. I turned around, and there was the unmistakable puffy, tweety, happy presence of Ounce. Ounce hopped and tweeted, and off we went up 5th Avenue and into the Park near the Harlem Meer. I thought Ounce was after a favorite bathing bowl, but it’s too early for fountains. Before I knew it, Ounce was tweeting and fluffing and hopping, and who floated over but Ripple! Ounce introduced us, and off they went for a ride on the Meer! I tried to get a photo, but Ounce kept moving around, and then there was the glare of the sun. I can’t tell you how much fresh air can be packed into a walk. Ounce on 5th Avenue Ripple floats in the Harlem Meer
Ponderosa Country
Ponderosa Pine at the Southern Edge of the Rocky Mountains Sante Fe Plaza, New Mexico
The Riven Tree
The trail is quiet, not a bird breaks the silent, trackless, virgin Colorado Powder. Time itself rests from its relentless, steady, pushing and cracking through to an unmarked path. No spring on the wing, no thaw, no new growth needling its way into a new spring morning. No, not yet.
The Continuing Saga of Green, the Sinclair Station Protector
Our hardy photographer was again exploring the myths and sagas of the Ancient West, when he or she snapped this amazing shot of Green, the legendary protector of the Sinclair station in Southern Colorado. The rumor is (probably) true!! Every now and then, just once in a while, Green steps away from his daily vigil and his nightly nap to wander the midnight streets of Fairplay. Notice the slight turn of the head, the tiny smile, the mischievous gleam of the eye. To re-enjoy the origin legend of Green, see http://discoveringmeaninginlife.blogspot.com/search?q=green+egg