Dancing as one, Miss Milkweed & Mr. Conehead each whispering we are not dead for love is eternal, eternal, eternal tangled by the wind...
Yesterday this appeared
Yesterday this appeared in my lens and vision offering up a smile and to watch it enjoy nectar reserved for honey bees. Whether it knows I exist matters little but what does is we both found peace in a moment though it happens many times each day just like a memory causes a smile patiently... Continue Reading →