He is the new boy in town! Born April 8, 2009, tall, good-looking and confident.
Isn't it amazing that a foal manages to control those legs within an hour of birthing, to stand and nurse? And then, start walking, frolicking, racing and ripping around the corral?
If one more person, takes one more photo of an Iris... sigh. I can't help myself! Just look into the magical center, marvel in the symmetry, be transported into the land of Invitation and pollen,
Come to me, little pollinator, little messenger; Beloved.
Maybe the charm of the "Flag" is the apparent revelation of secret. The sensual, sexual invitation to intimate gifting; slightly subtle, simultaneously flamboyant.
Oh! This invitation is juicy! My my my. The Iris is so feminine. The Orange so male.
At a writing workshop recently we were invited to "free-write" a description of The Garden of Eden. My writing fiddled around on this present reality, where my husband trims all of the apple trees into healthy and perfect form. The
idea of
remembering the Garden keeps nudging me.
Remember being the Bee; having access to the most secret and beautiful places. One of the influential books I read as a child, was by James Michner, "Tales of the South Pacific," and of course, "Hawai'i." I remember being transported by the whole first half of "Hawai'i," being caught in his descriptions of the first spiders riding the wind and clouds to the Islands.
I like remembering like that, simply taking the ride, no matter how far-fetched it may appear to the logical or reasonable parts of self. So, my assignment to Moi, is to keep writing in to this remembering.
Happy Spring Day.
xoxoLC
Just picked mint. It almost seems cruel to pour the tea water over the dark green leaves. But I am intent, just hoping there are no bugs hiding anywhere. 
Jasmine Pearls unwinding.
Mint. And more mint. A French Press is a utilitarian friend.
Begin again time: planting the garden! We put up the architecture for the Tomato Wall and the Neighbor Beans. Rotating our crops, so the rows are moved over by the winter garden, and that bed is nearing its plowing-under, as a few of the cabbages are unfurling into tall, blooming trees! And the Arugula is blooming; very pretty with the Borage. It is toasty hot today, wildly gorgeous. 
Isn't it amazing that a foal manages to control those legs within an hour of birthing, to stand and nurse? And then, start walking, frolicking, racing and ripping around the corral?
If one more person, takes one more photo of an Iris... sigh. I can't help myself! Just look into the magical center, marvel in the symmetry, be transported into the land of Invitation and pollen, Come to me, little pollinator, little messenger; Beloved.
Maybe the charm of the "Flag" is the apparent revelation of secret. The sensual, sexual invitation to intimate gifting; slightly subtle, simultaneously flamboyant.
Oh! This invitation is juicy! My my my. The Iris is so feminine. The Orange so male.
At a writing workshop recently we were invited to "free-write" a description of The Garden of Eden. My writing fiddled around on this present reality, where my husband trims all of the apple trees into healthy and perfect form. The idea of remembering the Garden keeps nudging me.
"Elaine Pagels explains that some gnostics believed... Wisdom texts signified that God himself was a secondary power, created by the divine Mother, the Source of Life." Ruth's beadwork is inspired and powered by her connection to Creator. Opulance is catching! Click on the middle image for a most amazing ray of gold!
Yesterday Luna went to doggie-day care for the first time in quite a while. She had fun, was good and dirty when I picked her up. Wade had her be a good dog; sit, wait, noooo. Sit, wait, goooood. Come. Load up! Then he turned to me and said, "Well, you need to come to class tomorrow." Translated: Bad Dog! "Several times," he said. "She and Katie got into it over and over, all day long!" Katie is a "little" Rottweiler, as full of "it" as Missy Luna = 2 crabby on-the-top girls!
