I have little more to say for my silence than that I’ve missed this process & I’m wanting to share again. There have been numerous beginnings & several drafts are ripe to consider, including one large collection of recent photographs illustrating some stories about my spring & summer. But since I still feel some kind of block to my writing, I must begin quietly.
I photographed this nocturnal still life last night after a late solitary dinner, especially enjoying the small bouquet of roses we were gifted from a friend’s garden several days ago & knowing they will shatter before I am finished being charmed by their rich color. The lilies are from our own garden & the dining table exudes scents from more than food… I am thus blessed with beauty I must simply celebrate!
Summer has always been my favorite season. Being a gardening Leo, having reached a certain age, I hold innumerable memories of the fullness inside the deep heat which brings time to bloom so lazily luscious, even in the stingy cool of the Northwest.
Silent solitude is part of such memory & this image shares words I won’t write now. I have some days to mull & ponder alone all which fills my life. Rich & rare time to find my own blooming into work & play…
There is small doubt I hold my usual chatter in more than temporary abeyance, so please savor the sweet stillness of this current mood with me… even as we also know these petals will join the potpourri of memory with a certain sadness.