a walk through the tree garden, entry for Cee’s path challenge June 22

a maple tree seedling (all photos ©Sometimes, 2021)
south west corner entrance to tree garden, along lane from dog yard
old bird cage on path (photos ©Sometimes, 2021)
The Maze in foreground, the Tree Garden includes all of that wooded area behind the grassy lawn.

What I Alone, Understand

I love this poem… it speaks to me. Thanks for the re-blog!

Intellectual Shaman

I don’t need to participate

in the politics

of what people think.

It’s only their programmed prejudice.

I don’t need great wealth

only time to myself.

I don’t need to be the best

I just need to know

what I’m trying to do.

The simplest path

is the one for me

It’s the one I’m walking down.

I stopped trying

for other things

and the peace I have

is better than the false promises

of the world.

Delight

is found

where people don’t go

in the things

people don’t understand.

I visit them

and they make sense to me

but only me

and in time

the world may even pity me

but that’s only because

what I want

is not understood by the world

and I’m thankful for this lack of understanding

because it proves

what I have

is entirely

my own.

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nothing fancy (a reblog to make you smile from Annette Rochelle Aben)

Nice post, almost everyone will relate. Those recipe cards are treasures—splatters and spills and all. 🙂 Thanks for the reblog!

Annette Rochelle Aben

Old recipe box

Handwritten three by five cards

Magazine pages

Fifty ways to make ground beef

This was food from our childhood

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

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ever wonder what it’s like inside a daylily bud? (me neither, until now…)

I believe we had six Daylilies several years ago when we bought the first plants. Each is a different color and has its own features. Up until recently I knew completely nothing about Daylilies, now I know a few things, but I am not yet comfortable in discussing the subject. Stay tuned and we will see where this new interest goes. (All photos on this page © Sometimes, 2021.)

The Poppies didn’t do as well this year due to the heavy winds that whipped the blooming flowers around mercilessly last week…and the poor plants (I only have two plants) need to be rescued from the invasive Lemon Grass that invaded my flower beds a few years ago. In spite of these difficulties, we did get some gorgeous individual flowers. Here’s one of them! (©Sometimes, 2021)
Poppies are a feast for the camera..

dreaming daisies

Thinking about Daisies this morning, Cee’s FOTD I think. Here’s a reblog from 2017.

SOMETIMES

when the snow
covers the meadow
in silence
so profound
dreams of daisies linger long
after petal fall

© Sometimes, 2017

The Shadorma is one of my favorite poetic forms.  It consists of six lines…                  of 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, and 5 syllables…respectively.

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