Here Comes Summer!

Summer Flowers. Some are insects.

Coasters Ready

We're eager to fly
       Fluffing our wings.

Landing is

the toughest thing.

Staying cozy for now, till wings work better.

Happy Birthday Walt Whitman

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess
     the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun . . . .
     there are millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand
     . . . . nor look through the eyes of the dead . . . .
     nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take
     things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from
     yourself.  - Walt Whitman

 

Coasters Eyes Open. Flight Feathers Sprout.

Mommy smiles!

Joys of the Trail

Soften Edges Today