Same Differences

We all belong to the human race,
though with a different colour
and a different face;
Nevertheless,
we all have a place.
So shouldn’t we accept each other
with kindly grace?

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Emotography Week 44

 Relaxation
I found him fast asleep
he didn’t move a creep,
his head into a flower
disregarding every hour.
~Perhaps I should try to be
a little more like he!~

Emotography Week 38

DELIGHT
This waratah and how it actually looked after I photographed it gave me great delight.

Emotography Week 36

AMUSEMENT
These two birds gave me great amusement as I watched them from the kitchen window, seemingly admiring my garden.

Emotography Week 33

Zing!
The lovely clear colour of this little plant made my heart sing
And filled my mind with a sound something like ZING!

Emotography Week 32

Surprise!

Can you see the cavorting little puppy in this lichen on a rock in my garden?

He totally surprised me when I saw the photo

Emotography Week 31

Pleasure
These tiny fungi delighted me in their delicate purity of colour among the leaves and mulch of my garden. The larger one has fine lines etched around its rim and the one that has fallen over shows the inside structure of their makeup.
Then there is the baby of the family so very small it could easily be overlooked.
There are many  small gifts of nature, which to some people may seem merely insignificant, but they can bring great pleasure to us as we open our eyes to really see them.

Emotography Week 29

PROMISE

The Promise of Spring

The air starts to warm
and the sky starts to blue.
The garden calls,”Come”
so I start to do.
But as I’m busily working
I pause for awhile;
for the promise of buds
brings hope with a smile;
that they’ll open their petals
to colours all true.
Once the air starts to warm
and the sky starts to blue.

Camera Catch 3

Mollusc azalea

My front garden

Ranunculi

Witches thimble

My back garden

Rhodo: Mrs G W Leek

My garden is only a couple of years old but gives me great delight to see its growth.

Blooming Surprise

They’re unexpected arrivals
In my garden out front, each year.
I planted them awhile back
And forget that they are here.
Then suddenly one morning
Through the window I look out:
“Oh the crocuses are blooming”
I almost have to shout.