I saw this lovely barn and field of zinnias as my husband and I were golfing yesterday. I think the stanza of this poem fits it well!
Enjoying our new locale! Photo from UNSPLASH.
Looking out from my house at storm clouds passing to the east.
It has been over two years since we lost our home of 30 years to wildfire. Yet the loss sometimes feels as fresh as when it happened. It was the home where we raised our children and where in the last year or so we were there was also filled with remnants of our parents’ homes and earlier ancestors as well. People say “it is just stuff”, but it is much more than that. It is one’s history- encompassing not only ancestors, but the marking of our children’s lives in photos and keepsakes, and our own.
I saw this tree at our local golf course and loved how it looks like a heart.
I sure do miss the variety and abundance of my California roses! This is one of just a couple of photos that must have been on my phone so did not get burned up. Nothing so lovely as a rose!