Deer on the hills

Wanted to share them and make you smile this morning.

Felt so dreamy this morning that as I wandered down my hill, I wrote this tiny verse. And then as though manifesting magic, I saw three beautiful deer.

And I may well be late for Spanish now, because I paused to enjoy them, but some things are worth it, aren’t they?

In February it’s hard to stop and ‘smell the roses’, but we can stop to admire other beautiful gifts that pass our way.

It’s all about noticing, isn’t it?

Come Wander

Come wander where the air is clear

And breath is born as lace

Where fragile moon, a paperclip

That holds mauve sky in place

Dark trees fringe field as eyelashes

And bat my cares away

My heart exudes love’s essence

To enrich this stirring day