I had a little scrape just before Christmas due utter fatigue and a two second lapse in concentration which morphed into a nightmare of outrageous costs, my poor old VW, one owner (me) from new had to be towed off to the scrap yard! ☹️
Apart from my beloved Golf, me too Pipp, and that was only because we left Ireland with money from the sale of the house in the bank. I vowed I’d never buy a new car, there seemed no point when I could buy a perfectly good secondhand one but that was in Ireland! Here, the price of a good secondhand car was not so different from a new one. Its still that way, which is why finding one I could now afford, was such a nightmare! I spent hours searching, literally had sleepless nights over it!
Beautiful as always dear Susie. I'm curious as to the contents of the email after your story's beginning! Yes what a contrast there is between the natural world and the farce on television at the moment!
Thanks lovely, the email was just the typical old friend catch up and family up dates, we’ve known each other since we were in primary school so there is always news from one side or the other, it was just such a coincidence when I’d been thinking of him not moments before in my sleepless state and a wonderful way to get through the small hours too!
I have turned off all my news channels Pipp, I simply cannot listen, it doesn’t help anything and certainly not my insomnia! xx
Consider this a bookmark, my friend, a feather to say that I was here, that I left, enchanted and that I'll be back once the tea of your magical concoction has had a bit more time to steep and I've cleared the table enough of my clutter to properly enjoy its richer subtleties... promise.
I came back, as promised.
First, the friend who reached out to you in the night, that sense of presence and awareness, the whisper that would not let you sleep. How beautifully you lead us to understand something magical of just who this whisperer was to you. And who, now. So respectful. Poetic. Unapologetically innocent.
A breath of rain-washed air, memory laden and ever so kind…
And from there, permission to follow you into a more present moment, the chance to feel the edges of things as your fingertips glide over them, as your imagination describes. A chance to feel the grief and swirl we share, view it through the colloquial tints and smells of a faraway and awakening hill.
Thank you my friend, and I will be back to reply to you later today, hopefully during a quiet moment when we both have a steaming cup of tea to hand. My morning is not to be a normal one - the school has been ordered by the préfecture to put to practice a 'gas alert escape procedure'. An unenviable two hours is to be spent in a closed space with 67 children aged 3 to 11 - I am about to leave armed with everything imaginable to keep them occupied. I am saying prayers all are in good humour... 🙏🏼
I had a feeling the quiet time would come yesterday and indeed it did, eventually, but, then - and I couldn't resist - I made a beautiful error in listening to your last post first and of course I was distracted, spinning, delighted, into your teenage years which swept me into a nostalgic spin around my own... happens often when I step into the realms of Rais'n up Catfish!
You might not be surprised to know, my distant friend shares your name, he also shares a passion for nature, birds too; he was the proud owner of a Californian Eagle Owl which he raised on a small patch of woodland he bought the moment he the money. Of course back then the land cost less, now, the likes of me has to steal or borrow such a dream... we still share much in common, still speak of our dreams across the vast ether that separates us, rare but as treasured as our poetry of the past.
Delirium is quite a thing when it lasts an almost lifetime...
I am always happy to share my feasts with you dear David, forever in the hope of only briefly being caught in the whirlwinds that drag us so unwillingly but helplessly to the edges...
I send you a hug on strong winds blowing your way.
While you may feel kidnapped, another part of you rises, even if for a moment to capture and express such tender beauty. That first photo with the Hesse quote is STUNNING. I want a mural of it to cover an entire wall!
I am attempting to stay risen this week, small steps taken and not all in the preferred direction - the conquest between age and time is eternally frustrating but must be accepted - hopefully with grace but I don't promise! 🤭
The light falling between winter branches in this tangled woodland is always beguiling Kimberly, I love that you notice! I could probably create a whole book of images just from this one small glorious square of planet earth... every season a different light touches the soul.
The Hesse quote forms the first words of a longer even more stunning quote I hesitated to use in its entirety, finally deciding against. Maybe you know it already?
“So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
Wowowowowow. If I could howl at the sky right now (without frightening my cats) I would! That quote is gosh, well, I don’t even have words. Thank you so much for sharing it, how have I not heard it until now? “Long-breathing.” Even writing this phrase settles my bones. 🙏
Susie I just read your surprise shout out for my adventure novel and I’m sitting here beaming in the sun.
I came down to the bottom of the comments thank you from the bottom of my heart, and to say the glimpses you share are always so beautiful. Just to see Deirdre above me already affirming just that, in exactly those words. :)
Eric you're very welcome, your novel is an extraordinary story, beautifully written and utterly compulsive... I have to stop myself from reading on and on, so much resonates, especially the signs which I believe we should all take notice of.
I don't know whether you are still languishing on the green isle but if you are do kiss the Blarney Stone for me... its been too long!
Dear Susie, what wonderful stories and pictures you weave for us, what joyous and terrifying experiences, what beauty and delight there is in vicariously enjoying your hill and your memories, both current and past. Thank you for this weekly invitation into your world. May your new/old automobile carry you safely for the next 20 years, may the days of school go quickly and the weekends linger. May the insomnia bring more moments of peace, of bats and owls and sleepy Stove behaving.
Spring is awakening here, the sun has been peeping through the clouds, the lesser Celandine is adorning the verges down the lane and the birds are singing their hearts out.
In the face of all that is fracturing, I am choosing hope xx
Dear Emily, thank you always for your delightfully generous comments, I cannot deny, watching a stag leap over our nakedness was indeed a terrifying moment, one I wouldn't want to repeat and yet find such joy in its memory.
It is an odd thing, drove has been behaving for weeks and yet out last delivery of wood was not seasoned at all, it takes all my patience to get it going, more to keep it so and yet there has not been a word of complaint from my smoke puffing friend... perhaps there is a message in that? Though I'm not certain what!
Spring is creeping along in tiny bursts, the days are lengthening, every tree is ready to burst, all week I have been waiting for the symphony to begin and wondering what has been holding back the notes... but now I know; there is snow on the mountains and in March that means but one thing - soon it will snow here too, the leaves will wait, in their infinite wisdom, until the last cold snap has passed... it has not stopped the birds though, it seems either they are not as wise or, like me, they love the snow!
I will choose hope with you lovely - after all, what else is there? xxx
well, if Stove isn’t complaining, then that is a wonderful thing! Also - the potential for snow - I am vicariously excited for you. We have had sunshine and cold, although it is a little cloudy now and the wind has a definite bite to it. I have been watching the longtailed tits hanging upside down from the weeping silver birch branches instead of writing. But back to it (although the sun is now shining a little through my window on all of the dust and reminding me that it has been too long since my desk saw a duster… I will ignore the dust and also the vacuuming and washing today!) Sending love for a wonderful weekend.
Thank you dear Emily, we have the icy blast but alas, as usual, not a flake of snow to be seen… possibly this was fortuitous as I’ve not a moment to enjoy it anyway! Everything is beginning to pick up speed here in the garden and on the hill, I am trying to keep up but time is against me, my post will be late this week along with the housework too… I keep telling myself it will be fine, everything will be waiting for me when the time presents itself but the stress builds up anyway! I don’t think I’ve ever been so busy! On the up side, I’m never bored…
"I wonder, now, as we drift in clouds of nostalgia, what is left? We pine for easier days, we speak and dream incessantly of years in the future that we believe were the years of our past, I do not blame us, those hazy halcyon days, the exquisite feeling of liberty, we long for them, we long for a place we remember as being safe from harm but, we are adrift in the dreaming when we cannot allow ourselves to be, there is no longer time or space for drifting or dreaming."
Thank you Jeffrey, I have a life long aversion to politics but it feels unacceptable to not be paying close attention at the moment... though I uncertain it is helping us step forward. I am glad you appreciated my skirting around the edges...
My own aversion is more to politicans - and I've known many! I've always folowed geopolitics, partly out of professional necessity. But I resist the narrative from the news that what happens in the world is all about the raging of a few old men.
Your last words Susie - Yes indeed, "Sometimes, wakefulness can be quite divine." I woke at 3.30am this morning and the despair turned to awe as I star bathed for an hour and a half. Just me and the stars - it was beautiful.
You clearly manifested the contact from a long lost lover! You have been focussing on spring buds, spring friskiness and nudity "as in your last week's encounter" and then suddenly an email. 😃 What a story though, with the deer leaping over you! Wow.
May you sleep well this week Susie and start to find enjoyment in some aspects of your work.
I was star bathing again last night Jo... it seems to becoming quite 'a thing', one Im not sure I would invite but goodness there's so much beauty and peace to be found when it comes... ✨
Those two frisky scenes, surely there must be serendipitous connotations? It was so extraordinary to find that email, on that particular night not even an hour after the memory came to me... I am still smiling at the coincidental collision!
I send you restful thoughts, peaceful dreams and love - I hope the week is being kind 💛xx
There was a reputed survey well before your time: '5% rural' if I remember.
I am reminded now though... "mackerel crowded seas" and all that..
I haven't read the whole thing but I see Dougald Hine is wondering why he wasted so much of his University time, and is now doing catchup on the ageing intellect.
Mother Nature banging on the barn roof and such will keep us busy. Our little car had a lucky escape a few weeks ago, which was very obliging.
Mackerel crowded seas... perhaps that will be a dream of the future now, along with tuna and plaice?
Dougald Hine, I must look up this name Philip... I am afraid ageing intellect has to catch me up too here but not so drastically, I hope, as my aged car which is now, most definitely beyond any catch up at all - towed away to that place of rest where all old bangers lie... waiting to be pilfered and rifled with, stripped of her dignity - as if I hadn't given her enough undignified grief already! I am delighted to here of a lucky escape for yours though - the tree I believe - there are kindnesses in the natures winds!
I am still contemplating your picture of the house seen through the trees.
Well, Yeats went sailing to Byzantium looking for monuments of unageing intellect. Old cars, old miles, there needs a small memorial for service rendered.
Today as I passed, without camera to hand, behind the house and the mimosa is now a flowering plum...it is a most peaceful scene - perhaps not a memorial but certainly an ode...
And as always spring returns, that is hopeful. And the email from your friend...what a wonderful story 😉 Love from our new, small, but lovely home to your hill 🙏
Hello dear Elske, I hope you’re all settled in and cosy again… today it is raining again here, spring is on hold until it passes and the hill is resting after so much spring goings on at once! I wish I could join it!!
That email was such a coincidence, I could hardly believe what I was seeing and it is at least a year since we were last in contact!
Much love to you in you new home - is this the last move you’ll be making do you think..? 🤗
Thank you, Susie, for inviting us into your little world, where the perfume of mimosa blossom carries on the breeze, where ~ shivering by a sleepy stove in an old farmhouse kitchen in le Paradis of your hill ~ you make a cup of ginger tea, at hours we have no business or desire knowing, colliding with thoughts, memories and words from kindred distant friends, watching a crescent moon, in the company of countless bats under foot and floorboards, to the calling of a barn owl from a windswept ash.
Your pictures, painted with words and through the lens of your camera, truly capture the divineness of your experience and spirit. 💚🦉 🙏 ✨ 🦇
My thanks are tenfold dear Veronika for a reminder during a week when complications in the form of tediously long meetings have caused time to be such an elusive element I have a head and eyes empty of such divinities as a crescent moon, much less the scent of mimosa honey scents on the wind...
The weekend is but a few hours ahead, my plan is to tumble in headfirst, roll and frolic, no matter that there is snow forecast, only to reappear on Sunday evening when I am thoroughly dizzied by such delights once more! 💛✨
I meant to say I am glad you have found a car! What happened?!
I had a little scrape just before Christmas due utter fatigue and a two second lapse in concentration which morphed into a nightmare of outrageous costs, my poor old VW, one owner (me) from new had to be towed off to the scrap yard! ☹️
Oh my goodness!! A write off!!? Most importantly though I am happy you are ok!!! Sad when you had your car from new I imagen.
I have only ever had second hand cars.
Apart from my beloved Golf, me too Pipp, and that was only because we left Ireland with money from the sale of the house in the bank. I vowed I’d never buy a new car, there seemed no point when I could buy a perfectly good secondhand one but that was in Ireland! Here, the price of a good secondhand car was not so different from a new one. Its still that way, which is why finding one I could now afford, was such a nightmare! I spent hours searching, literally had sleepless nights over it!
Here too!!! Second hand is pricey!!! Nothing like the UK!!
Beautiful as always dear Susie. I'm curious as to the contents of the email after your story's beginning! Yes what a contrast there is between the natural world and the farce on television at the moment!
Thanks lovely, the email was just the typical old friend catch up and family up dates, we’ve known each other since we were in primary school so there is always news from one side or the other, it was just such a coincidence when I’d been thinking of him not moments before in my sleepless state and a wonderful way to get through the small hours too!
I have turned off all my news channels Pipp, I simply cannot listen, it doesn’t help anything and certainly not my insomnia! xx
🙏💕
In fractured planet,
night worries meet spring’s promise.
Fretting finds freedom.
What a very beautiful and hopeful haiku - thank you Marisol, I will carry those close to me. 🙏🏼
Consider this a bookmark, my friend, a feather to say that I was here, that I left, enchanted and that I'll be back once the tea of your magical concoction has had a bit more time to steep and I've cleared the table enough of my clutter to properly enjoy its richer subtleties... promise.
I came back, as promised.
First, the friend who reached out to you in the night, that sense of presence and awareness, the whisper that would not let you sleep. How beautifully you lead us to understand something magical of just who this whisperer was to you. And who, now. So respectful. Poetic. Unapologetically innocent.
A breath of rain-washed air, memory laden and ever so kind…
And from there, permission to follow you into a more present moment, the chance to feel the edges of things as your fingertips glide over them, as your imagination describes. A chance to feel the grief and swirl we share, view it through the colloquial tints and smells of a faraway and awakening hill.
A feast. Shared.
In delirium, indeed.
Thank you my friend, and I will be back to reply to you later today, hopefully during a quiet moment when we both have a steaming cup of tea to hand. My morning is not to be a normal one - the school has been ordered by the préfecture to put to practice a 'gas alert escape procedure'. An unenviable two hours is to be spent in a closed space with 67 children aged 3 to 11 - I am about to leave armed with everything imaginable to keep them occupied. I am saying prayers all are in good humour... 🙏🏼
I had a feeling the quiet time would come yesterday and indeed it did, eventually, but, then - and I couldn't resist - I made a beautiful error in listening to your last post first and of course I was distracted, spinning, delighted, into your teenage years which swept me into a nostalgic spin around my own... happens often when I step into the realms of Rais'n up Catfish!
You might not be surprised to know, my distant friend shares your name, he also shares a passion for nature, birds too; he was the proud owner of a Californian Eagle Owl which he raised on a small patch of woodland he bought the moment he the money. Of course back then the land cost less, now, the likes of me has to steal or borrow such a dream... we still share much in common, still speak of our dreams across the vast ether that separates us, rare but as treasured as our poetry of the past.
Delirium is quite a thing when it lasts an almost lifetime...
I am always happy to share my feasts with you dear David, forever in the hope of only briefly being caught in the whirlwinds that drag us so unwillingly but helplessly to the edges...
I send you a hug on strong winds blowing your way.
…also! Just arrived in my inbox today: Maria Popova and Kafka on insomnia. Thought I’d share.:) https://www.themarginalian.org/2025/03/03/kafka-insomnia/
ah yes, thank you, I read and devoured every word Maria wrote, oh to be more Kafkaesque!
While you may feel kidnapped, another part of you rises, even if for a moment to capture and express such tender beauty. That first photo with the Hesse quote is STUNNING. I want a mural of it to cover an entire wall!
I am attempting to stay risen this week, small steps taken and not all in the preferred direction - the conquest between age and time is eternally frustrating but must be accepted - hopefully with grace but I don't promise! 🤭
The light falling between winter branches in this tangled woodland is always beguiling Kimberly, I love that you notice! I could probably create a whole book of images just from this one small glorious square of planet earth... every season a different light touches the soul.
The Hesse quote forms the first words of a longer even more stunning quote I hesitated to use in its entirety, finally deciding against. Maybe you know it already?
“So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
Wowowowowow. If I could howl at the sky right now (without frightening my cats) I would! That quote is gosh, well, I don’t even have words. Thank you so much for sharing it, how have I not heard it until now? “Long-breathing.” Even writing this phrase settles my bones. 🙏
"Long breathing..." I know, gives me goosebumps! xx
Susie I just read your surprise shout out for my adventure novel and I’m sitting here beaming in the sun.
I came down to the bottom of the comments thank you from the bottom of my heart, and to say the glimpses you share are always so beautiful. Just to see Deirdre above me already affirming just that, in exactly those words. :)
Eric you're very welcome, your novel is an extraordinary story, beautifully written and utterly compulsive... I have to stop myself from reading on and on, so much resonates, especially the signs which I believe we should all take notice of.
I don't know whether you are still languishing on the green isle but if you are do kiss the Blarney Stone for me... its been too long!
Sadly I’m not on the Emerald Isle anymore, but I am exploring the potential of opening an Irish pub here in the States! 🍀
Wow! How exciting… another sign perhaps ?
Always so beautiful. Thanks for the reminder to pay attention!
Thank you Deirdre, I've been sidetracked this week... hopefully back on the rails again now though!
Dear Susie, what wonderful stories and pictures you weave for us, what joyous and terrifying experiences, what beauty and delight there is in vicariously enjoying your hill and your memories, both current and past. Thank you for this weekly invitation into your world. May your new/old automobile carry you safely for the next 20 years, may the days of school go quickly and the weekends linger. May the insomnia bring more moments of peace, of bats and owls and sleepy Stove behaving.
Spring is awakening here, the sun has been peeping through the clouds, the lesser Celandine is adorning the verges down the lane and the birds are singing their hearts out.
In the face of all that is fracturing, I am choosing hope xx
Dear Emily, thank you always for your delightfully generous comments, I cannot deny, watching a stag leap over our nakedness was indeed a terrifying moment, one I wouldn't want to repeat and yet find such joy in its memory.
It is an odd thing, drove has been behaving for weeks and yet out last delivery of wood was not seasoned at all, it takes all my patience to get it going, more to keep it so and yet there has not been a word of complaint from my smoke puffing friend... perhaps there is a message in that? Though I'm not certain what!
Spring is creeping along in tiny bursts, the days are lengthening, every tree is ready to burst, all week I have been waiting for the symphony to begin and wondering what has been holding back the notes... but now I know; there is snow on the mountains and in March that means but one thing - soon it will snow here too, the leaves will wait, in their infinite wisdom, until the last cold snap has passed... it has not stopped the birds though, it seems either they are not as wise or, like me, they love the snow!
I will choose hope with you lovely - after all, what else is there? xxx
well, if Stove isn’t complaining, then that is a wonderful thing! Also - the potential for snow - I am vicariously excited for you. We have had sunshine and cold, although it is a little cloudy now and the wind has a definite bite to it. I have been watching the longtailed tits hanging upside down from the weeping silver birch branches instead of writing. But back to it (although the sun is now shining a little through my window on all of the dust and reminding me that it has been too long since my desk saw a duster… I will ignore the dust and also the vacuuming and washing today!) Sending love for a wonderful weekend.
Thank you dear Emily, we have the icy blast but alas, as usual, not a flake of snow to be seen… possibly this was fortuitous as I’ve not a moment to enjoy it anyway! Everything is beginning to pick up speed here in the garden and on the hill, I am trying to keep up but time is against me, my post will be late this week along with the housework too… I keep telling myself it will be fine, everything will be waiting for me when the time presents itself but the stress builds up anyway! I don’t think I’ve ever been so busy! On the up side, I’m never bored…
Sending hugs back lovely xxx
Beautiful, Susie:
"I wonder, now, as we drift in clouds of nostalgia, what is left? We pine for easier days, we speak and dream incessantly of years in the future that we believe were the years of our past, I do not blame us, those hazy halcyon days, the exquisite feeling of liberty, we long for them, we long for a place we remember as being safe from harm but, we are adrift in the dreaming when we cannot allow ourselves to be, there is no longer time or space for drifting or dreaming."
Thank you Jeffrey, I have a life long aversion to politics but it feels unacceptable to not be paying close attention at the moment... though I uncertain it is helping us step forward. I am glad you appreciated my skirting around the edges...
My own aversion is more to politicans - and I've known many! I've always folowed geopolitics, partly out of professional necessity. But I resist the narrative from the news that what happens in the world is all about the raging of a few old men.
“the raging of a few old men.” ain’t that the truth!
Your last words Susie - Yes indeed, "Sometimes, wakefulness can be quite divine." I woke at 3.30am this morning and the despair turned to awe as I star bathed for an hour and a half. Just me and the stars - it was beautiful.
You clearly manifested the contact from a long lost lover! You have been focussing on spring buds, spring friskiness and nudity "as in your last week's encounter" and then suddenly an email. 😃 What a story though, with the deer leaping over you! Wow.
May you sleep well this week Susie and start to find enjoyment in some aspects of your work.
🌸❤️
I was star bathing again last night Jo... it seems to becoming quite 'a thing', one Im not sure I would invite but goodness there's so much beauty and peace to be found when it comes... ✨
Those two frisky scenes, surely there must be serendipitous connotations? It was so extraordinary to find that email, on that particular night not even an hour after the memory came to me... I am still smiling at the coincidental collision!
I send you restful thoughts, peaceful dreams and love - I hope the week is being kind 💛xx
We can't give up dreaming... 💚
Never ever! How can we make them come true is don't dream in the beginning? ✨
There was a reputed survey well before your time: '5% rural' if I remember.
I am reminded now though... "mackerel crowded seas" and all that..
I haven't read the whole thing but I see Dougald Hine is wondering why he wasted so much of his University time, and is now doing catchup on the ageing intellect.
Mother Nature banging on the barn roof and such will keep us busy. Our little car had a lucky escape a few weeks ago, which was very obliging.
Mackerel crowded seas... perhaps that will be a dream of the future now, along with tuna and plaice?
Dougald Hine, I must look up this name Philip... I am afraid ageing intellect has to catch me up too here but not so drastically, I hope, as my aged car which is now, most definitely beyond any catch up at all - towed away to that place of rest where all old bangers lie... waiting to be pilfered and rifled with, stripped of her dignity - as if I hadn't given her enough undignified grief already! I am delighted to here of a lucky escape for yours though - the tree I believe - there are kindnesses in the natures winds!
I am still contemplating your picture of the house seen through the trees.
Well, Yeats went sailing to Byzantium looking for monuments of unageing intellect. Old cars, old miles, there needs a small memorial for service rendered.
Today as I passed, without camera to hand, behind the house and the mimosa is now a flowering plum...it is a most peaceful scene - perhaps not a memorial but certainly an ode...
And as always spring returns, that is hopeful. And the email from your friend...what a wonderful story 😉 Love from our new, small, but lovely home to your hill 🙏
Hello dear Elske, I hope you’re all settled in and cosy again… today it is raining again here, spring is on hold until it passes and the hill is resting after so much spring goings on at once! I wish I could join it!!
That email was such a coincidence, I could hardly believe what I was seeing and it is at least a year since we were last in contact!
Much love to you in you new home - is this the last move you’ll be making do you think..? 🤗
Thank you, Susie, for inviting us into your little world, where the perfume of mimosa blossom carries on the breeze, where ~ shivering by a sleepy stove in an old farmhouse kitchen in le Paradis of your hill ~ you make a cup of ginger tea, at hours we have no business or desire knowing, colliding with thoughts, memories and words from kindred distant friends, watching a crescent moon, in the company of countless bats under foot and floorboards, to the calling of a barn owl from a windswept ash.
Your pictures, painted with words and through the lens of your camera, truly capture the divineness of your experience and spirit. 💚🦉 🙏 ✨ 🦇
My thanks are tenfold dear Veronika for a reminder during a week when complications in the form of tediously long meetings have caused time to be such an elusive element I have a head and eyes empty of such divinities as a crescent moon, much less the scent of mimosa honey scents on the wind...
The weekend is but a few hours ahead, my plan is to tumble in headfirst, roll and frolic, no matter that there is snow forecast, only to reappear on Sunday evening when I am thoroughly dizzied by such delights once more! 💛✨
My favorite time of year captured with an eye for detail...a little bud here and there
Quiet little buds that are becoming louder and louder - the sounds of spring - just the sort of noise I love!
Thanks so much for stopping by Ellen 🌿