Tuesday, January 15, 2019

"Wistfully Wishing"

Webster's defines the word Wistful as — full of yearning or desire tinged with melancholy; also, inspiring such yearning.

After about a week and a half of almost relentless rain and unseasonably warm temperatures, I have to admit that I'm already "wistfully wishing" and pining for Spring.

I know it's only January, and here in the South, we still have a couple of more months before we can even hope for signs of Spring (although I have noticed that Quince and Forsythia have been fooled by Mother Nature, and are already blooming because of the warm temperatures) ... but in the spirit of all that "wistfulness," I would like to share a few WISTeria blossoms I captured in pictures a couple of Springs ago.

I look forward to this Spring when I can capture some new Wisteria pictures, but, for now, these will add a little sunshine to these stormy, rainy winter days.

I hope they brighten your day, whatever the weather is where you live.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Look for Him

If You Look for Me at Christmas —
You won't need a special star.

I'm no longer just in Bethlehem,
I'm right there where you are.
You may not be aware of Me
Amid the celebrations —

You'll have to look beyond the stores,
And all the decorations.

But if you take a moment,
From your list of things to do ...

And listen to your heart, you'll find ...
I'm waiting there for you.

You're the one I want to be with,
You're the reason that I came ...

And you'll find Me in the stillness,
As I'm whispering your name.

[Author unknown]
Photos borrowed from the Internet

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Tattered Wings

It almost landed on me as I knelt on the ground planting Petunias in a planter.  It continued to flutter around me, and I stopped to watch as the beautiful yellow Swallowtail drifted toward the profusion of Azaleas in full bloom planted nearby.   

I abandoned my Petunias and hurried inside to get my camera.  As I looked through the long lens, I saw that the butterfly’s wings were torn and tattered, as if it had just arrived after a long journey from wherever butterflies go in the winter.  

The wind was gusting around us and it seemed as if the butterfly was having a hard time staying in place.  It went from bloom to bloom, tasting the nectar deep within the petals, as I followed him through my lens.  I was hoping to get a good shot of his wings spread, but he kept them closed as he struggled against the wind.



Storms moved through our area last night, and I wonder what happened to my little butterfly friend.  I would like to think that it found shelter from the heavy rains and wind, and will come back to visit me again sometime.  I'll be watching for it.