Each tiny flower was fertilized by a tiny insect in love... The sun was very warm, and the flowers were singing.

My nephew? His mother is my friend, and he is someone who I have always known, but not known. My floating consciousness is remembering hundreds of incidents now, but this morning I was completely disconnected from him.
It was like being at the end of a long trail of dominoes and they clicked and fell into my face, taa da! Surprise! Love and a blessing.

If you see a chance, take it!

The ball on top of a gearshift fit perfectly in my palm, and I knew the road. I imagined my future over the horizon and didn't prepare to stay here.
And I stayed, and I bloomed, and here I am.

What I did on my summer afternoons; watch the flowers happen!

The seeds are a spiral mandala, and I have been in the center, and at the center, and the time I spent there made me understand everything except time.

Home grown.