WILDFLOWER REFUGE
Brenda Kay Ledford
This morning I relax on the front porch and sip coffee. Dog-flea flowers nod their purple heads in the yard. Songbirds perform a gig in the poplars, and roses perfume the mountains. A sparrow flies with a twig in its beak and builds a nest on the eaves of my house.
My yard is like a wilderness. I can’t mow it due to the rain. Rabbits hop and romp through the weeds. White-tailed deer nibble the grass and wild turkeys parade in single file down my driveway.
Last week tourists tumbled from a van. Cameras clicked as they photographed the wildflowers. They thought my yard was beautiful.
It’s the trend to get outdoors, embrace nature. Take off your shoes, ground with the earth’s energy. From nose-to-toes, let nature heal you, even in my yard.
Wishing my blogger friends a Happy Spring!
6 comments:
I don't know why we can't appreciate the beauty of wildflowers? They are truly the best. BVLW
If this is a picture of your yard, it is indeed beautiful! Your description was poetic!
I absolutely love this picture of the wild flowers...I would love to have a garden full of them..
Wildflowers have a beauty all their own!
Oh how I would love to just sit and enjoy your wildflower yard! It is lovely! Your words describe it perfectly!
Oh wow, those flowers are beyond beautiful. Your post is beautiful too. You made the whole scene come alive.
Thanks for visiting my blog. I am happy to have met you and am thoroughly enjoying scrolling through your posts. You really are very poetic.
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