Welcome to the Imaginary Garden…
Greetings word lovers. This is my first fly over the garden, and I can’t stop grinning at the view. I almost messaged Kerry to let her know that I was too ill to post on my first week—conjunctivitis and a horrid summer cold. I even wrote a haiku inspired by my troubles. Yes, I was that delirious. But I changed my mind at the last minute, strolled through old photos I took at some of my favorite woody parts, and made myself feel better. Here is a glimpse of what soothed me:
My Piano Man and I ran into this beauty while we were hiking in Breakheart Reservation, Boston.
I was stuffing my face with blackberries in Friday Harbor, Washington, when I noticed this wee fellow staring at me.
Can you see this one? I almost crushed it. I was climb-crawling a rock face, in Yosemite National Park, and my hand almost landed on it. As you can see, it was nice enough to pose for a picture.
I hope you enjoyed the natural eye delight. Now let’s do what we do best: share a poem, visit other word lovers, and let your heart dance and sparkle (or weep, if necessary) with the miracle that is reading poetry that emanates from the soul.