Thinking of Father’s present and in our memories. Each hold special parts of my heart. Love you my husband, and my Dad and my Grandpas and my Pa (great grandfather). As a mother, I understand how this day is special because of our children. So bless each child and father.
Watching others busying themselves is my amusement lately while I take time out from routines and duties to refresh myself. It has been too long since I have been able to stay still in one place, just be tranquil, with empty thoughts. This luxury of unfilled time will last only a brief while. Time is precious. I watch others do their routines such as this Bee and Fly on a summer Dahlia and I am grateful for the ordinary, underappreciated, normal paces of life. Soon I will rejoin the busyness and be productive again with a passion that comes from this immeasurable restorative respite.
More Mum images as they open to provide cool colors for cooler days. See “unfolding beauty” from a few posts ago. Just like persons, mum blooms are unique to themselves. They are similar in form and function with unique characteristics including growth stages. Each bloom is approximately one inch in diameter.
History is evidence of the continuity of life, even after death. Science class teaches the continuousness of the cycle of life.This big ole’ Oak Tree stopped me in my path. Stories of the past, present and future were ripening in my mind when I stopped at this mighty giant on my morning walk.
The fuzziness of the hole in bottom intrigues me; I’ve seen holes in trees before but none so thick with rotted wood or moss or animal hairs or…. it would be a comfy retreat for resident wildlife. Looking upward it appears that the tree is still alive. Dead trees are valued as hosts for other living creatures and plants; and this tree has clear confirmation of hosting vines and animals.
So if you sense a good story here I would love to read it; share your imaginations here.