where i live and breathe

this is where i live, where i take a walk in the morning afternoon and evening, where the dogs rest, horses play and garden grows. where the orange blossoms sweet smell draws you in, where the brids sing, the frogs jump, this is home the place i breathe.

enduring

It is spring all all around us here in New England buds are waiting to open. As i walk around i also notice the the leaves, flowers that held on through the winter. Among them i found this fragile, delicate, most beautiful seed pod with two sets of petals yesterday, i could not believe all they must have endured. how things one million times it's weight have been blown away or taken with the snow and rain but not these two. I have already given them emotion and a story i can't help myself but as i was taking photos of them one of my shots did not focus and produced a floating heart and just then i realized it is not a fairy-tale at all..

what are you feeling

hi, how are you? I am wondering, you see i always have huge expectations even when i have none:) (do you guys know what i mean?) the change of the calendar is big right? what i mean is i could not wait for 2008 to close, so much so i threw away the key but the problem is i still know and remember what lies on the other side of the door. I am feeling nervous it's january 9th and i don't have my year planned:) i don't feel much different. wait it's winter, i love the winter why you ask cause things are dormant. ground is frozen, trees are bare. they are not in hurry, they take there time and do it right and by spring they have a plan. so maybe i should too. maybe january we look back, stare hard, study and my favorite and most difficult- let go. then plans begin to form, gathered inspiration starts to bud and before we know it we begin to bloom- ya that's it!