Sunflower With Light Shining Through - Missoula, Montana

 Extra happiness during a neighborhood ramble at sight of the sunset backlighting the delicacy of  sunflower petals....!

Coneflower Circle Poem - Missoula, Montana

"There are poems hidden in the limbs of the willow
Lines of rhyme flowing from the music of the wren
Sonnets sitting like angels atop clouds resting on hilltops
Waiting to instill those with pen and ink to script lyrics to enlighten
There are triolets among the petals of coneflowers, pink, red and yellow..."

- from Will There Be Poems? By William A. Poppen

Change In Progress - Missoula, Montana

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large -- I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

Yellow Petals - Missoula, Montana

"...each floweret, chilled by the night air, expands its pure petals; the gentle breeze shakes from the blades of grass the heavy dewdrops." - John James Audubon

Doubt Blossoms - Missoula, Montana

“I don't need you to agree with me," she said quietly. "I'll go away happy with a little bit of doubt. Doubt is good. It's an emotion we can build on. Perhaps if we feed it with curiosity it will blossom into something useful, like suspicion - and action.”

― Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey: The Road to High Saffron

Bloom With A View - Flathead Lake, Polson, Montana

“Hope always blooms.”
― Amy Neftzger, The Orchard of Hope

Poppy Plush (Closer), Hamilton, Montana

This could be: A plushy velvet pouf ensconced in a cozy, glowing reading cocoon - perfect for putting feet up, with coffee and an absorbing book at hand. All faerie-sized, of course.

Poppy Close, Hamilton, Montana

“Poppies... Poppies. 
Poppies will put them to sleep.
 Sleeeeep. Now they'll sleeeeep! “
-The Wicked Witch of the West, in :The Wizard of Oz"

The Fallen, Missoula, Montana

Few things intrigue me faster than an uncontrived still-life, particularly if crouching is required to gain a good angle (let‘s hear a “hurrah!” for long-torso shirts!). In this case, we see a triumvirate of the small fallen - leaves, raindrops, and petals - glorying in their barked domain beneath the front entry shrub. May they always agree so pleasantly.