my husband says to me:
stop taking pictures of weeds.
they aren’t always weeds, but that’s how he sees them.
i just see purple and green.
for a moment, they exist
it’s okay if your purpose is short and small:
gather dew drops and brave spring snow
and most of all, bloom in the time you have
It came to me again that if we sow thistles, we don’t really plan to get strawberries. If we sow hate, we don’t really expect to receive an abundance of love. We get back in kind that which we sow.
Then another thought came as . . . it’s one thing to reap in kind, but we reap, somehow, always in greater quantity. We sow a little thistle, and we get a lot of thistle—years and years of it, big bushes and branches of it. We never get rid of it unless we cut it out. If we sow a little bit of hate, before we know it we’ve reaped a lot of hate—smoldering and festering and belligerent and finally warring, malicious hate. -Jeffrey R. Holland
One of the remarkable characteristics of young wild sunflowers, in addition to growing in soil that is not hospitable, is how the young flower bud follows the sun across the sky. In doing so, it receives life-sustaining energy before bursting forth in its glorious yellow color.
Like the young sunflower, when we follow the Savior of the world, the Son of God, we flourish and become glorious despite the many terrible circumstances that surround us. He truly is our light and life. -Quentin L. Cook
(First batch of photos edited with Lightroom. I’ve been doing photography for years and I never had Photoshop or Lightroom. I finally gave in and I’ve been having fun.)
On a hike at Spooner Lake.
tickle in the throat
cough and choke on summer snow
suffocate in seeds
to be perfectly honest
I am bored with crocus
we crowd around them like
celebrities of early spring
but it’s all been done before
dead and alive
blossom and sky
purple yellow green
tall purple flower