In thinking about it, I find I am
truly grateful to Mother Nature.
I imagine it has something to do
with how I was reared . . .
All through my childhood, my
parents took us on rides . . .
rides through the mountains,
hills, and valleys. We had picnics
by lakes and waded in shallow
streams.
Full moons, rainbows, small whirl
winds, the odd sprinkle of rain . . .
all celebrated. By day, bird nests
with their precious cargo of eggs,
and by night, lightening bugs all
aglow . . . pure magic!
Of course I developed a rock fetish,
why wouldn't I? Nature walks
meant all my pockets and both hands
full. Sometimes, I would even put
them in my upturned blouse.
So loved picking wild flowers. In
water, pressed or dried . . . always
beautiful. In time, I learned to
mash the petals to make a kind
of paint or dye. So much fun to
experiment!
everywhere i look
so loving me my mother
breath taking beauty
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