Now I have some color... a bit of springtime in the garden and it makes me happy.
And now you ask in your heart,
"How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?"
Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy."
Extract from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet
...and as if today wasn't wonderful enough...Today is my oldest grandson's birthday. The Bean is eight years old.
Where do the years go?
The Bean and his Bro
His first Halloween.
First camping trip with Dad and Papa.
Helping Noni plant gourds.
First swimming lesson.
His desk at Noni and Papa's.
Just a boy and his goats.
Painting Papa's truck with a feather.
Study in black and white
6th birthday party
Last summer at the park