Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

I saw a blade of grass today, Holding a rainbow in a drop of dew.

Squiva  does   have relatives.   Nevertheless, in this contemporary world of the single family Dwelling Den, Squiva's family is scattered all over the park.  Grand Squiva lives more or less alone now, in an empty family nest.    After years of practice, Grand Squiva begins to blend more and more with the local milieu.   When speed and agility wane, then camouflage steps in. Grand Squiva on the way to a nap. .

Saddened by time, I come across a cardboard box. Four flaps folded crosswise.  It’s been around like me, tailored by time, You know the kind.   I pull the flaps; who was Pandora anyway? My dolls, wrapped up in tissue paper. Right brain crashing, Spinning childscapes, Tying a billion knots in space. Story Book doll, July with August sunflowers

See through yellow petals, Shadows drawn with a pallet knife

Life seeps away with falling blossoms, Spring leaves left behind, Wet petals everywhere!  

Question:  Are Mallorca* Pearls Real? Answer#1:  Yes, otherwise, they would be virtual. Answer#2:  According to our Brave Traveling Photographer's research, the number of oysters needed to produce one natural Oyster pearl would be... " about 1 in 12,000, (google) " So we now see why people create pearls from glass seeds covered with closely-guarded secret substances such as, (shhhhh), fishscales.  Regardless, Mallorca Pearls are beautiful. Creating Mallorca Pearls Woman adding final layers to Mallorca Pearls * Note:  Mallorca (Majorca) is one of Spain's Balearic Islands in the Mediterranean. It's known for beach resorts, sheltered coves, limestone mountains and Roman and Moorish remains. Capital Palma has nightlife, the Moorish Almudaina royal palace and 13th-century Santa María Cathedral. Stone-built villages include Pollença, with its art galleries and music festival, and hillside Fornalutx, surrounded by citrus plantations (googled Ma...

Snowdrops are unfolding, daffodils are three inches tall! Oh how I love this spring, baring its soul for one more season.  Ghost Tulip from Yesteryear