1636. to talk or not to talk

talk, talk, talk—

meanwhile all the shoes

wait and listen

 

Sometimes I’d rather not talk, just listen.

1635. shout out for green!

next to red

my very favorite is

green

*

here a green

there a green, everywhere 

a green green—ahh!

 

Shout out for green:  dark green, light green, pine green, willow green, forest green, hunter green, emerald green, olive green, apple green, lime green, mint green, pea green, veridian, chartreuse, celadon, jade… I’ll stop here before I run out of room! What’s your favorite green?

1634. if tulips could talk…

me! me! me!

look at me!

ME!

 

No shy wallflower is this one!  I’m not in any hurry but if I die and come back in the spring as a flower, let me be a tulip for just one day.😘

I couldn’t remember how to “lift” and “paste” the centerpiece of my photo—Dan helped me. This one’s for Dan!

1633. on the move

on the move

tumbling down to the street

violets

They grow all on their own, no fuss no muss. All they need is sunshine and rain, and just a little bit of soil to dig down with their roots. Seeing violets always reminds me of that lovely old spring-time song,”Violets for Your Furs,” by Billie Holiday, Johnny Hartman, Frank Sinatra, John Coltrane, Dave Brubeck. 

1632. bawk-bawk!

chickens protesting

impending egg tariffs?

laying golf balls!

 

Look what I found yesterday at the BATS, my favorite thrift store: “Golf Balls $2/dozen!” Hmm….With today’s exorbitant egg prices, maybe I’ll buy a few and save them to dye for Easter!😘

1631. sun in the sky

softly, softly

it comes and it goes

without a sound

Some days the sky is blue….some days the sky is gray. 

1630. change

clouds roll in

and the clouds roll out—

changing moods

Scrolling thru change:  “Change the way you look at things and the things you look at will change….Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and start getting excited about what could go right….All great change is proceeded by chaos….Change before you have to….Life doesn’t get better by chance, it gets better by change…. The secret of change is not on fighting the old, but on building the new….Change is hard at first, messy in the middle and gorgeous at the end….”

1629. all smiles

she claps her hands:

horses cross over the meadow

pose for a photo 

 

Heels clicking, running together across the field, smiles and laughter bright as a sunny Spring sun, three horses. My pockets are empty—next time I’ll bring treats!

1628. Spring returns

beside the biggest tree

 there lives the smallest house

who goes there?

 

An old picket fence, three wooden ladders and one more in back, a long green sliding board, a blue bucket seat on a swing, two yellow pussycats, and pink binoculars. Cool breezes flow through the open windows airing out the house. Spring returns.