Pieris Japonica – A Spring time beauty.
The volunteer Golden Plum tree that sprouted from a seed in the chicken coop many years ago is always the first to wake up in the spring, as though shouting a thank you for its very existence. Even though it isn’t in the sunniest spot in the yard, it makes the most of the space it found itself.
I know it’s truly spring when the little blue faces of Chinese Forget-Me-Not appear all over the yard and garden.
Flower means True Love.
I’ve never seen a fluffy hummingbird before and dressed in Easter colours too. A special visitation methinks.
Tears from heaven wash the trees,
they’re blow-dried in a cooling breeze,
while chickadees and sparrows sing
telling all the world, “it’s spring”
Once more the woods are painted bright,
the day goes on for half the night,
Mother Nature has her fling-
new life comes forth and it is spring.
Tulips, children, puddles, grass,
Mother Nature’s looking glass,
love and laughter on the wing,
a new beginning, it is spring.
©Sharron R. Glasstetter 1976 – Reposted
Standing on the Sechelt pier,
licking a vanilla ice cream waffle cone
beside the love of my life,
we forgot about masks, distancing, shots and covid
for a few lovely moments.
The beach, the water, the colours, the fresh air
and the taste of vanilla ice cream –
none of that has changed,
and will remain
we have to go back to
when our ice cream is finished.
©March 2021 Sharron R. McMillan
Cupcakes, 1000 piece puzzle took awhile but we finished it last night. Delicious.