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Water is the architect of much of our world. Beaches are rearranged daily by oceans and tides. Snow is rained upon, melts, and refreezes in amazingly similar ways. And this wonderful creature spends all of her time in water and the lines along her body are a lot…
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Showing signs of life after being transpotted, here it comes again, that magnificent Amaryllis! There's a lot of information packed into those bulbs – information and beauty and wonder.
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With all the snow up north, the daffodills will be smiling so brightly when they bloom! It's the Nitrogen in the snow that nourishes their roots and the earth. Spring will be spectacular.
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This azalea looks so happy!!! No matter where you prune an azalea, it will bloom there, at the end of the stem. Would that we were all so willing to thrive, no matter the scrapes and cuts that come our way. Perhaps we are… after all, humans are considered to be…
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If you get into a funk (and we all do from time to time), can you approach your confusion with love? Can you stop worrying about the particulars, especially with people, anyone, and worry more about loving them? Not in a way that you give love away, but more that you are sharing…
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Cheers! Orchids at Longwood Gardens, last summer. Related articles Orchids & Poetry
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This solid chair, situated in a garden beneath a huge live oak tree is made up of trillions of bouncing molecules, just like you and me. Sometimes we feel as grounded as a boulder. Other times scattered as the northern lights. Most days fall somewhere in between. Having unshakable faith that life is…
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When I was shooting film, an image would often appear to be very interesting on the negative, only to be rather ordinary in the positive. (There is probably a metaphor in here that I am avoiding.) This shot reminds me of that. It's like being on the wrong end of a kite…
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An open gate, an open door – it's inviting. Will you come to the feast? Or will you say, "Oh, I wasn't invited." or "I don't have anyone to go with." You're invited. Everyone comes alone. The feast begins when you wake up and it never ends. Coming? Reprinted from 12.15.11,…
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In the few days that she lives in this garden, this magnificent butterfly gives it her all. Beauty is as beauty does.
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