8 little arms

 Eight little arms🌻you're drawing me in🌻to your magic of yellow and glow. I've waited so long for you🌻weeks turned to months🌻💛when I buried your seed and had hope. How can you stand there so strong and proud?🌻while your stem is so thin - then the prize🌻A late little sunflower, drawing me in to your center of darkness, your head 🌻

See What I See

 

Andalusia

 The grounds where once cows gave their milk, stands a home and memoirs of a lady of silk. Flannery was a lady who showed how she felt, and spun a life I marvel, taking all she was dealt. I hope I can live as she did in some ways, to be more intentional and productive with days. What a treat it was to visit her home, as I crave inspiration on adventures I roam. I could feel her intention and eye for the good and even the fearful in her mind where I stood.

 

I am a Strong Tree