Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
Many years ago, I woke up to an amazing sight:
Fields and fields
Of foamy clouds in the sky!
I had to stop and talk to those clouds
For a very long time.
(All photos from my archive of 2010.)
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I had planned to take my big camera into Stockholm to photograph the sakura, or Japanese cherry blossoms,
But the hail and rain meant that the camera stayed dry at home. (All these photos were taken with my iPhone.)
I decided to revel in the pink beauty of the blossoms anyway,
And I’m glad I did.
The blossoms on the north side
Remained curled up in bud
While the flowers were blossoming on the south side,
Looking so fragile and pretty against the rain.
My spirits soared at the sight
Of a dreamy pink canopy weaved
Of dreams and petals.
“In the cherry blossom’s shade,
There is no such thing as a stranger.” — Issa
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A couple of weeks ago,
Simson and I sneaked out of the house very early
To enjoy the soft, pink dawn.
We saw a line of ducks
Flung against the purple canopy of the sky.
They flew past like scattered leaves,
While we remained – marvelling at the way dawn unfurls.
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A sure sign of spring
Are the tiny lilac beauties (wood anemones)
Blooming in the woods.
You can’t but help feel happy
When you see their merry heads
Nodding on the forest floor.
Their petals become paper thin
In the sunlight.
I notice a dry leaf glowing
Like a stained glass window.
These flowers are protected in the Stockholm region
So you’re not allowed to pick them.
I’m happy about that —
As their beauty remains for all to enjoy,
Spread at our feet like a blanket of dreams.
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When a storm draws in
With curtains of cloud,
It’s time to enjoy
The drama of the sky.
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Spring is due here any moment…
I can tell by the grey days we’re having
When branches drip
With rainy pearls,
Revel in melting snow.
The little yellow suns of the crocus
Patiently wait for some sun
As do we.
In the meantime, I enjoy the orange pop of a boat —
I like how the lines on the boat match
The waves on the lake.
And when another hail or snowstorm rushes in
We meet it with ears flapping
And hair flying – in the hope that spring will soon arrive.
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The early morning sky caught fire
And spread its blaze of glory
To the mirror of the lake.
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Winter is at its best during early spring.
After days of warmth,
A fresh snowfall looks so pretty.
The hazel flowers covered in ice
Captured my imagination.
Spring is about taking two steps back
And one step forward —
So we may as well enjoy the spring salsa.
Just like Ruby
And Simson (that’s him goofing around in the background) do.
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We celebrated the spring equinox
With snow and blue skies.
Sparkled from daring buds —
The fuzzy catkins
Looked lovely in their cold diamond earrings,
And the hazel flowers
Glittered in the sunlight.
Even though it was still winter on a spring day —
Those sparkly skies were beautiful and uplifting.
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Last week saw freezing cold mornings followed by sunny afternoons.
The constant freezing and thawing
Created the most delightful pearl necklace made out of ice.
(I was amazed how a single strand could hold such a heavy load.)
Frost hung like jewels on the delicate strands of cobwebs —
Reminding us that the seemingly fragile
Can also show strength and endurance.
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