I can nearly see you
Deep inside my heart
Where dreams live that I haven鈥檛 dreamt
And when I do, I shall never forget
My thoughts are framed in a space that keeps them contained, little scraps of paper, here and there, notes on my phone, emails to myself, until one day I pick one up and let it go, giving life to words that might make sense.
Some days, you may not realize it, and take it for granted, believing that is the way life is. Do you realize? We have it so good. We enjoy it so much. We express it so little. It can make your heart shine like the stars in the universe. The most beautiful feeling in the world. When life is so good, you forget when it wasn't. 鉂わ笍 Like the tree, when life dealt it lemons, it found a way to make it work. It made lemonade. I may not have perfection, but, somehow it makes it work.
I adore the beauty of our world, the uniqueness of nature, and the sacred scents of the earth. Oh yes, how I love thee. It is with such pleasure that I put out some trees, some flowers, and a few things that don't go with anything else. Possibly eclectic- it's true! It is such a pleasure to join in #TreeTuesday with 
Trees play a key role in capturing rainwater and reducing the risk of natural disasters like floods and landslides. Their intricate root systems act like filters, removing pollutants and slowing down the water鈥檚 absorption into the soil. This process prevents harmful waterslide erosion and reduces the risk of over-saturation and flooding. According to the UN Food and Agriculture Association, a mature evergreen tree can intercept more than 15,000 litres of water every year. Source
Flowers and trees, a match made by Mother Nature. Flowers. Always. To color my world. #alwaysaflower I like the beauty of the older presented in focus with a hint of the new blurred in the background. Everything is beautiful - in its own way, n'est pas? I notice not the beauty fading in the landscapes, for there are others to take its place. It only becomes apparent when it starts to fade en masse, no longer allowing it to fade into oblivion. We are still with the summer, but I am sure there are those looking forward to it going away, bringing forth the cooler temperatures. I say to allow everything in its own time, Mother Nature knows her job.
One thing that I loved about traveling out of the country was seeing how unafraid the rest of the world is of color! The French West Indies, the island of Martinique. It looks more crowded than it really is. But, the colors! Eye-popping wonderful. There is a certain peace and uninhibited joy that surrounds all of these areas, one neighborhood running into the other. The good life. Making the best of everything. In case you didn't recognize it, this is my eclectic. Nothing to do with anything, yet, it needed to be said.
So the joy may touch your soul
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
