Many thanks to Cathy over at Picture This for hosting Sunday Stills for us during Terri’s August blogging break. Our prompt for this week is “Beautiful Beaches”
I was born to be a mermaid but by nature was betrayed to live this false existence and walk this world on legs the ocean’s song still sings within my heart and mind peace and calm engulf me as I watch the waves unwind
Stronger —Under the Sea: A Descendants Short Story
I am one of those who finds a special peace in nature. Trembles of a dark and stormy night are eased by the rhythm of wind through the trees. A sour mood is eased by the scent of basil and rosemary growing in pots outside my door. And the sight of flowers never fails to bring a smile to my face. Thus flows the qui of life all around “an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together.”
Gardens are hard to come by when you’re a full time RVer, but here’s my attempt a tiny potted “garden” that traveled around with me for a few years.
A rose needs no compliment on it’s beauty, it simply is … a rose.
Remember, life will ALWAYS find a way. 😉
Pastures of Plenty – The Kingston Trio
Til next time Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JPP
So Judy D-B started this from a text she got and it seems like a great idea so since we’re in “self semi-quarantine” here thought we’d take a bash. What the heck is “self semi-quarantine? Superhubs and I are both in very high risk groups so we’re staying home or at least away from public places as much as possible. We use drive thru’s, grocery curbside pick-up, on-line ordering … yadayadaya. So what’s happening in my world? Our instructions are to: share the very last photos on our SD cards or iPhones
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Very early spring in Wyoming, you gotta take the beauty wherever you find it. In a few weeks, the area will be covered in lush, vibrant life, but for now assorted “junk” garden will do nicely.
Scene from the Halloween Party, chips and cookies and candy .. oh MY!!
“We cross the bridge, and are transported back to a long ago age. Soot still clings to the stones and I cannot help but wonder if somewhere blood stains linger. The blemish of war wraps itself around the very stones and spirits call from the long empty battlements. Make no mistake, this is no fairy tale castle, this is Castle Edinburgh ancient stronghold and defender of the nation.”