There are times in our lives when the most delicate of memories are things of the past. To be reminded of such delicate memories is a certain joy that occurs without planning and is exciting for it reminds me of a light hearted time in life, that at the time i had been living it it was just common practice in the day.
Something not taken for granted a style of life that allowed the basic joys of being alive like the serenity of a summer night .
The fireflies hovering in the dark , the stars bright above our earth, the sound of crickets. Through the shadows of the trees hanging plants spot the dark night with ever so subtle color, delicate purple, white & red.
The reach of the ever traveling grape vine with its twists and feelers reaching into the absent space grasping a hold in which to continue to travel and set its vine onto further spaces.
I think to my self the bird-feeders are full and the local bluebirds , Cardinals,Finches are nestled somewhere this first night of summer.
bluejays maybe not real bluebirds in nyc....
jojfritz 1 week ago
A beautiful little garden but I really feel sorry for the caged bird I'm sad to say.
sleepypoodle 1 year ago
Chester is in fine voice
tedoryan01 1 year ago
Hi Marb!
What a beautiful, peaceful place (and so well tended, no one is likely to ever lose their scarf in it!)
I didn't know you had a youtube channel, too ... cool!
BernardProfitendieu 1 year ago