BLISS

A momentary plague of self-incrimination.
Only to be reminded that an other's decision, however devastating it is to me at the time, and even with accompanying empathy,  is really not my problem at all.
Simply behold the abundance of blossoming flowers supporting the ecstasy of being alive.
From the grey bleak bench, the support is untold.
And is the bench upon which I sit facing the future??
Oh, yes, indeedy.
From the present, surrounded and supported by pink clouds of blossoms in full bloom, the journey continues into unknown bliss.

From Andree Samuel 

HAWTHORNE

Seems the Hawthorne is overgrowing the juniper now.

Ten years ago,the juniper was thriving and the Hawthorne stayed the same year after year.

Both grow in what is becoming, as it spreads each year,  the shade of a grapefruit tree., next to a flat rock which came from Indiana.

I am amazed by the size of the Hawthorne and am curious to see the berries that will replace the blossoms soon.

I find myself wondering why some things finally flourish.

Perhaps its roots have grown deeply into the earth, sustaining the plant on its own.

But then again, it might have inadvertently received just the right balance of fertilizer this time.