Full Bloom, Missoula, Montana

“As long as we are persistence in our pursuit of our deepest destiny, we will continue to grow. We cannot choose the day or time when we will

fully bloom. It happens in its own time.”-
Denis Waitley

Glory Days, Missoula, Montana

And here are the formerly fuzzies in glorious full bloom!

Closer To Apogee, Missoula, Montana

" 'The Scarlet Pimpernel, Mademoiselle,' he said at last, 'is the name of a humble English wayside flower; but it is also the name chosen to hide the identity of the best and bravest man in all the world, so that he may better succeed in accomplishing the noble task he has set himself to do.' " -Baroness Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel, Ch. 4

Fierce and Furry, Missoula, Montana

 



Summer hollyhocks convert to graceful floral dolls, but these fierce and furry spring wildflowers would inspire something more along lines of “Where the Wild Things Are”. 
Especially since they are wildflowers…ferociously guarding the Missoula skyline.

Work Diversion, Missoula, Montana

I Meant To Do My Work Today
by Richard Le Gallienne (1866-1947)

“I meant to do my work today -
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree…
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro….”

(Read the full poetic list of good excuses here.)

Blue Mountain Green, Missoula, Montana

The sun’s last rays sneak over a summit bordering Blue Mountain to backlight spring’s grass to luminous glow.

The Ant's Lookout View, Missoula, Montana

“When you have seen one ant, one bird, one tree, you have not seen them all.”
- E. O. Wilson, American biologist and myrmecologist(Click the text link to learn your new word for the day.)

Unwary Comeliness, Missoula, Montana

“Art was the rememberer. He know what he knew and what had been known by a lot of dead kinfolks and neighbors. They lived on in his mind and spoke there, reminding him and us of things that needed to be remembered. Art had a compound mind, as a daisy has a compound flower, and his mind had something of the unwary comeliness of a daisy. Something that happened would remind him of something that he remembered, which would remind him of something that his grandfather remembered. It was not that he “lived in his mind.” He lived in the place, but the place was where the memories were, and he walked among them, tracing them out over the living ground. That was why we loved him.”
- Wendell Berry, in his story “Are You All Right?”, from the five-story volume "Fidelity"

This paragraph brought to mind some beloved and comely daisies in my own dear family. What a delightful blessing, to partake of their rememberings.