Friday, May 24, 2024

Dewy flowers

 


Flowers that i might will paint someday. 


 Alfred, Lord Tennyson, - The flower

I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed…




Robert Frost (1874–1963).

 Flower-gathering

LEFT you in the morning,

And in the morning glow,

You walked a way beside me

To make me sad to go.

Do you know me in the gloaming,

Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?

Are you dumb because you know me not,

Or dumb because you know?

All for me? And not a question

For the faded flowers gay

That could take me from beside you

For the ages of a day?

They are yours, and be the measure

Of their worth for you to treasure,

The measure of the little while

That I’ve been long away.



When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.



Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.




Do things for others and you'll find your self-consciousness evaporating like morning dew.



I wish I new the name of them all....



Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality.




2,59 km is done today, just a wee morning walk picking some dewy flowers, and taking photo of some pretty wet flowers.  The rain last night have left the morning smell so nice, so fresh. Wonderful.  I am grateful for this day! ❤


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