Hey, this morning I was out shooting photos behind the garden when a calico pennant (dragonfly) landed in front of me. It was on a old stick, so I said to it, "Why don't you hop on that marjoram?" He did, and I took the photo.
That yellow flower is columbine, right? I love that shade.
Hi Barb, Thats a heart warming poem... One who gets close to nature and starts taking to it certainly is very lucky... The person is very satisfied and finds inner peace and joy!!! Have a fabulous Sunday:)
And they thrive for you! Love should be expressed!
ReplyDeletei talk to mother nature's gifts too......
ReplyDeleteLovely post. I talk to flowers too but not out loud. Too shy I guess. But my dogs now, that's another matter.
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed your River of Stones posts.
Joanna
I talk to the flowers, too, and out loud! And the birds. And the spiders..........
ReplyDeleteOh how pretty Barb, and I talk to everything. Flowers and just everything, I don't care what anyone thinks! Love Di ♥
ReplyDeleteGood Morning.
ReplyDeleteI am touched and silent, gazing this beautiful gift from nature. You are a great photographer, Barb.
Tomoko.
Of course you talk to flowers! I do too! They like it and so far, haven't talked back.......................I think........
ReplyDeletethis is intense. wow. and I talk to flowers too :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I do, too. It is wholesome and drives me out of my "deranged insanity"!
ReplyDeleteI am back to blogging for a while.
I enjoyed your garden and nature around you.
Oh yes! Love your sweet poem . . . I also talk to flowers, the vegetable garden, the bees, the birds, the dog, and lots of inanimate objects as well!
ReplyDeleteSo don't I, Barb. It is good for us.
ReplyDeleteHey, this morning I was out shooting photos behind the garden when a calico pennant (dragonfly) landed in front of me. It was on a old stick, so I said to it, "Why don't you hop on that marjoram?" He did, and I took the photo.
That yellow flower is columbine, right? I love that shade.
Lovely... many generations of flower-whisperers.
ReplyDeleteI would expect you would be that kind of a caring person, Barb.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely shot and a lovely thing to do.
ReplyDeleteHi Barb,
ReplyDeleteThats a heart warming poem...
One who gets close to nature and starts taking to it certainly is very lucky... The person is very satisfied and finds inner peace and joy!!!
Have a fabulous Sunday:)
Fantastic!
ReplyDeletePS - I talk to nature too :)
I talk to the plants and animals too!
ReplyDeleteI talk to flowers, too, and I love the whispers of flowers as well. The photo is exquisitely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHave a happy week, Barb.
Yoko
Lovely, lovely, lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love the columbines. Flowers flaunt their beauty without fear of rejection - we need to tell them we appreiate their efforts.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I must remember to tell my grandchildren the same. I talk to flowers as well.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely soul you possess :)
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