I wish I could tell you what this is, it refuses to talk to me, too; I just liked the scene, with the stripes and the green, and I wanted to share it with you.
He seemed to be giving a blessing to a scene that he'd come far to see: his restlessness stilled, his longing fulfilled, - ….and the same feelings came to me.
If perfection's your goal in a garden, then look to Monet's lily pond; but the lilies I choose are all a bit bruised, and have travelled a good bit beyond.
If you had this fellow to look at all day, I would guess that mostly you'd love it; but then there are days that don't go your way… would you not want to say "oh go shove it!"
What is it that's so satisfying - three lines that converge on a strip? well the thing that I see that's so pleasing to me is that graceful relationship.
Sometimes you know what you're looking at, and sometimes you haven't a clue; but if what you're seeing gives you a good feeling, then what does it matter to you?
Oh boy, my tomatoes are starting to fruit, I greet them as long lost friends; because, when they're good, and taste like they should, I'll enjoy tomatoes again!
My grandmother went to a ranch, I'm told, with 14 trunks worth of clothes; now it seems trunks are treated like junk, - is there no further use for those?
It's a magical act that takes place when we vote that can lead to so many things; where promises, tragedies, hopes all can come through the possibilities it brings.