memories of flowers — paper whites in a window, elegant, tall gladiolas, dried roses in a wooden bowl
this song: You’re No Good, the Linda Ronstadt version
these words: petrichor (thank you Brian) and elysian
black horses in my dreams, wild dogs, the woods and snow clouds
the sound of a relentless rain on a sleepless night
winter, spring, summer and fall sunsets — how different they look and how different they feel
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Love those thoughts and that top photo is gorgeous (bottom one is pretty beautiful, too)
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Thank you Dale 🙂 I saw some lovely images of the (rising) sun in your corner too!
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Indeed! 🙂
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Very beautiful thoughts, Sylvia. ❤️ Linda Ronstadt is so good, I love her music.
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me too!
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❤️☺️👍🏻
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Images words and even music, it all flows so well together.
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thank you so much 🙂
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Thank you for letting me in your head for a moment Sylvia, a bit of an honour. Linda Ronstadt yes yes yes The feel of the seasons and a photo to help me along 🤗
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Thank you for sharing such a great word that I now think about after each rain 🙂
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I love just saying it 🙂
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A pleasure to wake to such piquant photos and poetry.
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Thank you Roger, you are so kind.
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Beautiful dried roses and sunset.
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Thank you Timothy! 🙂
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Your first photo looks like it should be in a lifestyle magazine! ❤
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Thank you Eliza! The roses were red, but when they dried, they turned orange and red together. They are lovelier now than when they were fresh!
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I love all the phases of a flower, I keep many dried ones. Phases of life!
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I do as well Elizabeth!
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Sylvia, your words, your thoughts…so lovely. The woods, wild dogs, different-season sunsets…thank you for taking us along. I did not know the word “petrichor” and yet when I looked it up, I was engaged with this, too. Beautiful photos, too.
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Thank you Jet. Since it rains so much in Pittsburgh and we have SO many cloudy, wet days this word has come in very handy. Brian of bushboy54.wordpress.com supplied the word one day on a post I wrote about the smell of the rain. Now, I think of it all the time.
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