the older than memory ribbon of blooms near the foundation of the old farm house
the old, enchanting doubles and the small, elegant singles
even after a remarkably mild winter
you cannot help but pause and admire their beauty
The daffodils are beautiful magnificent glorious this year
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then – open the door and
fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
~from “Such Singing in the Wild Branches” by Mary Oliver
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
Catching this glimpse of Muffy in the setting sun, caused a flow of memories…
She came to the farm in a group of strays that the kids picked up at the bottom of Rowlesburg hill. (They were taken in by the old cat trick ‘put the cute little black kitten in the middle of the road, and when the people stop, we’ll all run out of the woods’.) Muffy had a series of health setbacks… a warble in her neck… then a worm that attacked her spine. She was on so much medication that it was months before her dilated pupils contracted. She does not enjoy the company of cats, but she will bring her grown-up kittens ‘gifts’. She thinks that Raven is her dog (much to Raven’s dismay). She should probably be someone’s house cat, but through a twist of fate… circumstance… karma… destiny… she is our barn cat. Our Muffy… she is a survivor.
A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog
response for week 11 of the solstice to solstice project
with urban.prairie.forest.
flickr pool