#wildgrasses

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Blue sky above, wild grasses all around - my definition of heaven. ☀️😊☀️ “My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird— equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. The phoebe, the delphinium. The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here, which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam, telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever.” ~ Mary Oliver

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Wild grasses shake off each new dusting of snow and continue to enchant me with their steadfast ability to continue past the end of Autumn. 🌾 They remind me that I too carry in me Spring, Summer and Fall even though we are knee-deep in Winter.

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How generous is the sun that finds us on a given day and shines its light, not favouring rich or poor but on us all in equal ray.

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September greets me like an old friend to gently remind me why I must let Summer end The breeze blows apple-crisp sending insects from flower to flower to collect what they can before the real cold arrives Golden grasses rise on long-legged stems and toss their seeds into the air to fall where they may September whispers of October’s arrival but I ignore it to sit among the wildflowers and listen to the buzz and hum and let the sun shine in my eyes and fall in love with clear blue skies