It's too early to see these dahlias showing off their stuff, but, a preview of what's to come never hurt anyone. On another note, I must say that today I shoutout to #MonochromeMonday where it rules supreme for a day. If you are new or looking to be inspired, I will pull a challenge of tag and run with it. It is a great way to discover communities and chances are, you will see the same people dropping a few monochromes for the day.

I went to the Shore House for one day over the weekend. It was just a drive up and a few hours there and drive home. Can you believe I didn't see the snowdrop flowers until I was looking at the pictures at home? How could I have missed the beauty she pushed out for my visit? It is the little things in life that I love ❤️ and it passed right by, but, thanks to the camera, I saw it later.

I can remember a girl in my elementary school that some people would point out, saying rather unkind things about her. Not bad things, but, more hurtful, I would say. I can honestly say that I never thought of her in that context. She always smiled and she was like a ray of sunshine. Her heart was merely a reflection of a beautiful soul. I thought of you today, Emily.

I have asked you before, but, still, I must, do your thoughts ever ramble, do your words just come out? Don't make me stand alone in this, I surely must have friends? The other night, I sat here wondering what to write, other nights I don't have time to get it all outside of my head. Is it me? I hope not. Are you scheduled and organized and have ten of them on hold? Well, there were words and flowers tonight, #alwaysaflower And just like that, this post is over! Come back tomorrow and we will do it again! Have an amazing rest of your day!. Love to you, Denise ❤️

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost