I had a light-hearted trip around Prairie Hill tonight, a nice walk with God.
My dad passed away one year ago. The flowers were just like this.
I'm reminded that his spirit is blooming elsewhere.
|This is called Poor Man's Pepper - I like to nibble on the round leaves when I'm out walking.|
what a feast for the eyes,,, for all the senses. Prairie Hill is so beautiful right now -
though I know the dangers of snakes and chiggers in the mixed grass now.
|Yellow Indian Paintbrushes|
|Still Life (Centrifugal Expansion of Colors) by Gino Severini, 1916|
|Drawing-Collage by Joan Miro, 1933|