All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.
Theodor Haecker
The morning after a stormy night
a few raindrops linger
and a silent fog rolls in
Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.
John Galsworthy
I had a great time visiting my family in Fort Worth this week. The weather was unusually cloudy and rainy for spring in Texas, but not unwelcome -the wildflowers are more abundant than I’ve ever seen them this year. It was a short visit. Now I’m blowing on down the road like a wild seed on a wild wind.
Hope your week was beautiful Thank you for to everyone who shared your photos experimenting with frames! Keep on sending! Maybe they will end up in a future post. Love to you all. See you next week.
An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog…
Denise Levertov