This afternoon, I took my camera with me, pulled out a plastic chair in the center of my flower bed, and decided to focus on the rising flowers of the garden bed. It took me a while to figure things out, but I ended up diving right into the bed and going after their souls, which were evident,  staring right at me.

After a morning of rain, the sun was brutal, and I thought I might melt into the ground.

I didn’t. I melted into the flower and felt I was in Wonderland, underwater or up in the skies, in a soft and gentle land. It was beautiful in there; I felt very much at home. I just knew where to go. The sun was shining in my face, and it was strong, but I got an old hat out and wrapped it around one sight of my head. Somehow that eased it up a bit.

It was about time we met, and I waited for them to grow. I’m not abandoning my wildlife photos; they stuck to my heart.

When I photograph a flower, its soul is permanently connected to me. Tomorrow, I have some heart stuff to sort out, and on Thursday, I get my Crown over my implant. I will have all my teeth for the first time in several years. I intend to keep it that way.

I’ll see you in the morning. My second “Yay-Jon Day” was a success.  It’s time to return to the regular, raucous world. I am ready.

I waited for the sun to join me.

I love these small, bright things.

Out of the mist, I think of the poppy’s beauty and dignity.

Nothing lights up a bed faster than a Nistirtium.

I was reaching for the sky.

The dread Horse Nettle is beautiful to the end.