You slave in factories, offices, and stores to purchase clothing, shelter, food, gasoline, and insurance, while this bee knows more joy in one day than ten of you do in a week! Yet can you begin to imagine the ecstasy of a firefly?
And what about dandelions? Surely they experience some form of botanical ecstasy as well?
This post is in some ways an addendum to “I Live in a Trailer”
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Such lovely thoughts. And, gee, I've not been eye-level with dandelions in a very long time!! Your thoughts and photos have inspired me, if only for a moment, to think about how the freshly picked blossoms felt in my hands as a child.. I remember the stickiness! Studying the shapes of the petals in your photos, I thought about how I'd paint them in watercolor with a square, flat brush. I smiled at the Zen Clock, too.
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Lovely. I'm thankful for the tranquil place your writings take me to.
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