I appreciate the beauty of nature and the arts. Sometimes my heart is so full of appreciation and wonder for them that tears of awe stream down my face. I am deeply moved by their beauty.
I saw a lady slipper in our woods near the path out back while walking the dog tonight. They are so pretty. I have seen them on other hiking trails before but never near our property.
It’s a flower I’ve never seen outside of New England —- they were all over the woods behind the house where I grew up. They have a symbiotic relationship with a particular fungus I believe that is only found in this area. That is why you can never transplant them into a garden.
I have always tried to surround myself with beautiful things. Inside,chachkas from everywhere. Most prominent from where I am sitting now in the living room are artifacts from Central America and Mexico., a wooden hand-carved statue of a monk from Bethlehem, a wall full of shelves of beloved books.. Looking out the window I see a branch of forsythia waving at me. In the bedroom I have a wall full of icons and crosses. On the bed is a quilt handmade by the ladies of our church. In another room is my collection of red depression glass.
Outside is my beautiful, wild garden and a glorious, stately ash tree.and my wild garden.
My son and I are blessed to be a part of a beautiful community. Today we will begin a summer program in one of the most beautiful places on our island, surrounded by other beautiful children and loving teachers. I am truly blessed to have worked in this program for ten years and I am grateful that my son gets to participate this summer for the first time. 🩵😊
Sitting on my veranda enjoying the natural beauty of this sunny Monday morning. The deep green pastures/farm fields before me are lush & vibrant. Many birds flitting to & from singing their little hearts out. Lots of red-winged blackbirds in the tall grasses. A gentle breeze has arrived, cooling me down!
The view before me is so peaceful & restorative; just what I need as I fight off this weird cold bug I have contracted.
I am so very blessed & I appreciate all that lies before me.🐦⬛🪶🌳
The cool breeze coming through the window at the center here in Vienna. I’m so blessed to be able to be in a meditation retreat. Wow thank you so much universe. I love you . Thank you .
The purple wildflowers I picked on the path behind our home. They line the ditches of this cow farm behind us and are so beautiful. They are simple, but add the right touch to my dining room table.
Looking out the window from our new location for a small round table where I eat my breakfast I see sage blooming purple in one of the herb pots that sit outside, joined by chives blooming in another shade of pink-purple. The tree we call the Dr. Seuss tree (it has a rounded top and is trimmed straight across the bottom so it doesn’t trail down onto the deck) has finished blooming; its leaves are many shades of darker green. Creeping jenny and purple columbine cover the ground below it. A couple of years ago I planted small starts of those and they have filled in the whole circle of dirt below the tree to provide color contrast, food for bees and hummingbirds, soil retention, and shade for the tree’s roots. Birds flitter through the tall arbor vitae that line the back fence; they’re not my favorite plant but watching the birds flirt and court and perch on top is always entertaining.
Looking the other direction out the kitchen window I’m greeted by tall trees of several varieties in the park that backs up to our neighborhood, with more birds swooping. There’s one particular tree the Eurasian ring-necked doves love to sit in that I can see if I stand at the kitchen sink. I’ve been outside already in the cool air; the sky is overcast and I can feel the coastal moistness we get here in the Pacific Northwest near Puget Sound, also called the Salish Sea.
Those Eurasian rig neck doves somehow ended up in this part of the world around 2006. They are larger and forced out the native mourning doves. Once in a great while I hear the haunting song of a mourning dove. I do miss them.
I’m sad about the effects of the invasive species that came with the white colonizing settlers, some of whom were my ancestors. Yesterday I spent time in the yard digging out common plantain, an invasive species also known as white man’s footprint. I know the Eurasian doves and the plants are just doing what comes naturally. So many things in nature scarred by human actions.
Greetings from another PNW native. Love your description of this morning. I live very near Snoqualmie Falls and Mt. Si. Spent many years boating in the Salish Sea. Enjoy our lovely early summer.
My neighborhood on this sunny Monday morning. After spending some time on this site, getting dressed, and doing the dishes, I’ll go out for a short walk to the pond near my house. Every day I look forward to noticing all the beauty in nature along my route — I always try to note anything that has changed since yesterday…. along the way I I photograph flowers and birds, or anything else I find beautiful or interesting. I appreciate the stillness, the sounds of wind rustling the trees… I say good morning to anyone I meet while I’m out. It sets the tone for my whole day.
The sun coming through the window of my room to warm me….a soothing respite in a large facility where the air conditioning is way too chilly for me. It feels like I am in a warm cocoon. I pray to live mindfully the transformation invitations throughout this day.
Getting a good night sleep
Waking up relaxed with a calm mind
Ready to play piano for both the regular and virtual disability groups respectively at Midwest Special Services(MSS) this morning
All the beauty that is showing itself in our perennial gardens.🌺 I have rarely met an artist who is totally satisfied with a piece of their creation. At times I feel like I am looking at parts of the garden that need what I call, « lovin’ up » rather than all the amazing beauty that is right in front of my eyes. And then I remind myself what my friend Di has told me; « If you never did another thing to your gardens, they would be perfect ». So, while I continue to « love up » certain spaces in the gardens, more focus on the beauty and health of so much of the gardens is the order of the day.🌺🌳🫐
Spot on, Charlie. Today, as we moved wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of red pine mulch, I found myself stopping in just simple wonder at the salvia, baptista, bearded iris, spurge. At one point I beckoned my husband to just come and look deeply into a drift of sweet Williams. It took me off my mission, into wonder. Glad to meet a fellow gardener.🌺
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The whole world out there – always and everything – before I turn it inside me , add my inner world and can’t manage to stop it.
I appreciate the beauty of nature and the arts. Sometimes my heart is so full of appreciation and wonder for them that tears of awe stream down my face. I am deeply moved by their beauty.
I saw a lady slipper in our woods near the path out back while walking the dog tonight. They are so pretty. I have seen them on other hiking trails before but never near our property.
I am guessing a “lady Slipper” is a flower. If so, what does it look like Robin Ann?
Yes, it is a flower. Check it out on google!
When I searched it, it is a subfamily of orchids – pink and are actually shaped like the name, a slipper.
Yes Michele! I don’t see them often so it was very exciting to me!
It’s a flower I’ve never seen outside of New England —- they were all over the woods behind the house where I grew up. They have a symbiotic relationship with a particular fungus I believe that is only found in this area. That is why you can never transplant them into a garden.
Lauryn, may I ask where you grew up?
simply a good night´s sleep and rest tonight. May it be so for all of you.
I have always tried to surround myself with beautiful things. Inside,chachkas from everywhere. Most prominent from where I am sitting now in the living room are artifacts from Central America and Mexico., a wooden hand-carved statue of a monk from Bethlehem, a wall full of shelves of beloved books.. Looking out the window I see a branch of forsythia waving at me. In the bedroom I have a wall full of icons and crosses. On the bed is a quilt handmade by the ladies of our church. In another room is my collection of red depression glass.
Outside is my beautiful, wild garden and a glorious, stately ash tree.and my wild garden.
My son and I are blessed to be a part of a beautiful community. Today we will begin a summer program in one of the most beautiful places on our island, surrounded by other beautiful children and loving teachers. I am truly blessed to have worked in this program for ten years and I am grateful that my son gets to participate this summer for the first time. 🩵😊
Sitting on my veranda enjoying the natural beauty of this sunny Monday morning. The deep green pastures/farm fields before me are lush & vibrant. Many birds flitting to & from singing their little hearts out. Lots of red-winged blackbirds in the tall grasses. A gentle breeze has arrived, cooling me down!
The view before me is so peaceful & restorative; just what I need as I fight off this weird cold bug I have contracted.
I am so very blessed & I appreciate all that lies before me.🐦⬛🪶🌳
The cool breeze coming through the window at the center here in Vienna. I’m so blessed to be able to be in a meditation retreat. Wow thank you so much universe. I love you . Thank you .
The purple wildflowers I picked on the path behind our home. They line the ditches of this cow farm behind us and are so beautiful. They are simple, but add the right touch to my dining room table.
The beauty of silence. The beauty of
a cool grey dawn. The beauty of this
moment to reflect.
Looking out the window from our new location for a small round table where I eat my breakfast I see sage blooming purple in one of the herb pots that sit outside, joined by chives blooming in another shade of pink-purple. The tree we call the Dr. Seuss tree (it has a rounded top and is trimmed straight across the bottom so it doesn’t trail down onto the deck) has finished blooming; its leaves are many shades of darker green. Creeping jenny and purple columbine cover the ground below it. A couple of years ago I planted small starts of those and they have filled in the whole circle of dirt below the tree to provide color contrast, food for bees and hummingbirds, soil retention, and shade for the tree’s roots. Birds flitter through the tall arbor vitae that line the back fence; they’re not my favorite plant but watching the birds flirt and court and perch on top is always entertaining.
Looking the other direction out the kitchen window I’m greeted by tall trees of several varieties in the park that backs up to our neighborhood, with more birds swooping. There’s one particular tree the Eurasian ring-necked doves love to sit in that I can see if I stand at the kitchen sink. I’ve been outside already in the cool air; the sky is overcast and I can feel the coastal moistness we get here in the Pacific Northwest near Puget Sound, also called the Salish Sea.
Thank you for this question.
Those Eurasian rig neck doves somehow ended up in this part of the world around 2006. They are larger and forced out the native mourning doves. Once in a great while I hear the haunting song of a mourning dove. I do miss them.
I’m sad about the effects of the invasive species that came with the white colonizing settlers, some of whom were my ancestors. Yesterday I spent time in the yard digging out common plantain, an invasive species also known as white man’s footprint. I know the Eurasian doves and the plants are just doing what comes naturally. So many things in nature scarred by human actions.
Greetings from another PNW native. Love your description of this morning. I live very near Snoqualmie Falls and Mt. Si. Spent many years boating in the Salish Sea. Enjoy our lovely early summer.
My youngest lives in Malaga!
You’re in a beautiful area! I’m in Olympia near Budd Bay Inlet.
My neighborhood on this sunny Monday morning. After spending some time on this site, getting dressed, and doing the dishes, I’ll go out for a short walk to the pond near my house. Every day I look forward to noticing all the beauty in nature along my route — I always try to note anything that has changed since yesterday…. along the way I I photograph flowers and birds, or anything else I find beautiful or interesting. I appreciate the stillness, the sounds of wind rustling the trees… I say good morning to anyone I meet while I’m out. It sets the tone for my whole day.
Lauryn, one thing that has changed since yesterday is that the Celtics are up 2-0.
😅 it’s (sadly) true!
The sun coming through the window of my room to warm me….a soothing respite in a large facility where the air conditioning is way too chilly for me. It feels like I am in a warm cocoon. I pray to live mindfully the transformation invitations throughout this day.
Josie, I have a window right in front of me in my bedroom as well. Every morning I wake up, I see the sunlight.
Getting a good night sleep
Waking up relaxed with a calm mind
Ready to play piano for both the regular and virtual disability groups respectively at Midwest Special Services(MSS) this morning
All the beauty that is showing itself in our perennial gardens.🌺 I have rarely met an artist who is totally satisfied with a piece of their creation. At times I feel like I am looking at parts of the garden that need what I call, « lovin’ up » rather than all the amazing beauty that is right in front of my eyes. And then I remind myself what my friend Di has told me; « If you never did another thing to your gardens, they would be perfect ». So, while I continue to « love up » certain spaces in the gardens, more focus on the beauty and health of so much of the gardens is the order of the day.🌺🌳🫐
I know the feeling. It’s hard not to
see what needs attention. Trimming,
pruning, raking, and general cleaning
up is alway on my mind.
Spot on, Charlie. Today, as we moved wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of red pine mulch, I found myself stopping in just simple wonder at the salvia, baptista, bearded iris, spurge. At one point I beckoned my husband to just come and look deeply into a drift of sweet Williams. It took me off my mission, into wonder. Glad to meet a fellow gardener.🌺