the golden hour

 

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the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light. It’s time to bring in the lawn chairs
and wind chimes, time to draw the drapes against the wind, time to hunker
down. Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.
No way to seal it in wax or amber; it slides though our hands like a rope
of silk. At night, the moon’s restless searchlight sweeps across the sky.

~ Barbara Crooker
Small Rain
writer’s almanac

holding summer

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The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
― E.A. Bucchianeri

greatness in small things

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“When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?”

~ Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

sipping my tea outside, enjoying this first warm day in April.

through the window

at the end of the day

“Even trained for years as they all had been in precision of language, what words could you use which would give another the experience of sunshine?”

~ Lois Lowry, The Giver

a bit of whimsy

tiny bubble

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life in a bubble

bubble party

garden bubble

clouds in a bubble

morning sparkles

bubbles, bokeh and dewdrops!

Hope your weekend is filled with bits of whimsy!