a few proud flowers

 Several times a day, I look to where the sun is pointing and I put my body there. I could sit underneath the sky for hours, even when it's warm like a kettle after it coos. All I need is a few proud flowers, a cold cup of water and a spot in the shade for when my cheeks turn rosy from the sun. I don't want to miss anything, not the ladybug, not the bare sleeve, nor the green foliage that lights the forest like moon shimmer on a boat at sea. 

Here and now, below the June sun, I gather lettuce from the garden and soon after, I am counting freckles in the mirror. I count which ones were here in the winter, I count which ones are newly made. I keep myself busy in ways I never do in the other seasons. I pull weeds from the garden, I visit my friends where sunlight falls, and I sing outdoors where the voice sounds best. I belong to this season the way bones are meant for dogs to chew or baby breath is meant for mothers to cling to. Here and now, where the sky is bright and the banjo is strung, beauty and happiness is all around me.

When is your favorite season? I can never fully decide between the garden planning and little sprouts of springtime or the full grown flower bed of summertime.

 The Outfit

  Skirt – Pink Champagne Vintage
Blouse & Hat – Value Village

Banjo – Dogwood Banjos

 

The Location

Edworthy Park, Calgary.

Flowers from my garden, cosmos and dusty millers.

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