i have discovered that
tea bags come in all shapes and sizes.
and what fun that is for me as i continue
my daily practice.
cherry blossoms have been in bloom
at the local botanic garden. i missed them
last year by a week so i put down
my paint brush, asked a friend to join me
and off we went.
there is a lovely leg go exhibit throughout the gardens.
i saw this bottlebrush bush and was
instantly taken back to my grandpa iwataki's
front yard where branches would drape
over the walk way inviting guests to walk
under it as if spreading wings in welcome.
and the california poppies danced in the
breeze again bringing to mind days when
they grew wild in the empty fields by
my childhood home.
i have no idea what this plant is but both
my friend and i thought it looked like
a pensive woman sitting under a tree.
the cherry blossoms had already fallen in the recent
storm. i did not realize that they were so delicate.
but there were still these beauties, though not a cherry
tree, spectacular, none the less.
draping wisteria like dancers colored
a walk, a talk in spectacular surroundings.
i couldn't have asked for a better way to spend