water where flowers go,

Hello Saturday,
The rain has been playing Motherhood. Feeding fodder with the water droplets, and cloud bursting with kisses for flowers.  When it rains, the banks of dry rivers are fattened, and the shores of heavy waters are spilled. As the sky cries,  earths skin reawakens, and sweet-smelling air strikes our senses. The smells of wet soil, soggy petals, and the fragrances of water cannot be bought.  Too often we blanket ourselves from the Rain.  Shutting windowsills, locking door steps, and hiding beneath umbrellas.   The rain brings memory of my childhood....When puddles and bare feet were married beneath cloud cover.

"The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. ~Susan Allen Tot" 

As I speak of rain weather,   the sun has entered the atmosphere.   The golden rays are drying the dew, and the forecast is whispering Spring music.   I can hear baby birds on my rooftop.   I can see flower heads bending towards the light.       
Today, I'm taking my body to the babbling brook.  Behind my house, there lives a home for me.  A secret woodland filled with pine, and may trees.  There is a dirt hill, and if you crawl into the bottom, you will find crooked creeks,  and deer droppings.  For long, I have dreamed of taking photographs in these woods,  and bringing music to wake the animals.

Thanks for reading sweet people.  My heart is warmed by you.
Hugs and wishes for healthy things, x

what i wore

flower suspenders- wet seal1 $8
floral skirt- bought from winners $15
boots- atseoul.com sponsor

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