“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


Turkish caps

It is Louisiana hot with a capital H today. Humidity is hanging in the air like cobwebs, but there's no pushing it out of the way - you have to just swim through.

I was up early today. I'm discovering that early is a good time for introspection. I arrived at work with almonds, a bag full of gingerbread pigs, fat cakey sugar cookies with colored sprinkles on top, Mexican sugar donuts, a camera stuffed with images of flowers & stars & the intoxicating music & spoken poetry of Jami Sieber & Kim Rosen whispering in my head. To find quietness waiting for me here with open arms. I'd thought quietness had lately deserted me, but I wasn't looking in the right place. Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things & still be calm in your heart. ~ Anonymous.

Have I quoted that before? Well, never mind. It's true. I've been paying no attention to things except my own anxiety, my own agitated mind - I realized yesterday that, for the past few days, I haven't been looking to my left before driving into a cross street. Time for me to slow down. So up early today, breathing, walking through Mary's yard with a camera. Pictures of starbursts disguised as flowers. Flowers disguised as peeping toms. I caught the flower pictured above spying on me as I moved about.


  1. Love it! Honey, you have such an eye for this stuff. I went to an Art Fair last weekend and your photography is just as good as theirs....think about it. You ARE an artist!

  2. I think it's also known as equanimity. I certainly had to cultivate lots of it today with my crazy patient schedule. Though my mind has been agitated, I try to remember this morning's sit. The quiet then can be found now if I listen. Thank you for the gentle reminder.

  3. Pictures of starbursts disguised as flowers. Flowers disguised as peeping toms.
    Once again you have fascinated me with your beautiful perceptions of things.

    No wonder the flowers spy on you.

  4. Christy - You are always in my corner. Thanks! (Email will be on its way to you soon!)

    Mermaid - thank YOU for the reminder. We do just need to listen.

    And Jaime - What can I say? I'm just a little suspicious of flowers. I once made an altered book for Mary about her house, and mentioned that she had "sly flowers that bloom in the night." And she DOES! We all (on our block) do - we each have a night blooming cereus, and that flower is a true bit of trickiness & magic! They will bloom later this summer & I will post more then.

  5. flowers are curious creatures and seem to have a mind of their own...
    great observations and i love how the focus changes the whole perspective (great photos)

  6. Polona - They ARE quite secretive creatures, although some seem much more secretive than others. :)

    Thanks for the the thumbs-up!


  7. a place of peace with no trouble and no hard work...i need that right now...thank you for reminding me that i might find it tomorrow morning, roaming my own garden with my camera...

  8. i can so relate to the magic and mystery of gardens populated by flowers. as a matter of fact i took a photo of a plant in bloom just for you before i left on my trip. i will send it to you by e-mail :) i love the peeking red through the haze of green. beautiful contrast! i also like the sound of your breakfast and the quote i wrote down and put in my pocket for the day.

  9. Julochka - I have been visiting your blog & see that you HAVE been roaming through your garden! Thanks for roaming through my little garden here! :)

    And Robin - I can't wait for the flower photo. I need to ask Mary for the correct name of these little red pixies - I always forget. And I have that quote right here on the wall behind my computer monitor where I can see it every day. (Some days I actually pay attention to it! LOL!)

    Love, Debi


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