Imagery by Kimberly

Apologizing in Advance

I apologize in advance for what will surely be an abundance of lake images to be shared in the days, weeks, and even months ahead. The lake in the spring is magical, mystical, and yes while at times painful, so spiritual in the most ethereal albeit vulnerable way. There are nests being built alone and in unison and in anticipation. There are eggs being laid and protected and turned in diligent and gentle ways. There are birds being born high in the trees and underneath bushes on the lake's edge. There are brand new buds becoming brand new blooms and there is simply so much to love and so much to learn from - in the sky, on the ground, and in the water....and yes I could go on and on.  And I know that I just did.

There is simply so very much to love here.  There.  And everywhere.


May you know an abundance of love wherever you are.  Even if you have to apologize in advance too.   ;-)

xo 

Conversing

These two love birds were having a conversation by the tree.  They really were!  It was amazing to see.  

xo

Secret Garden

She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right

If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides

She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down

She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice

You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get 
To that place where you can't remember 
And you can't forget

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay 
A million miles away

Secret Garden Lyrics - Bruce Springsteen

Every once in a while I will change my playlist line-up so that I can share a specific song to go along with my images and my thoughts. After a few days, I will return the playlist order to how I usually have it.  While I do not identify with all of the words and meaning in the lyrics of Bruce Springsteen's song, Secret Garden, that you hear playing now, I must admit that I do identify in some way ways.  Music, like gardens, is such a gift in life.

Is there a particular song that you relate to?  Is there one that is very special to you? Please share if you would like...... 

 

xo

*edited to add lyrics   :)

Sunshine

The sunshine is just pouring in Daisy Cottage today! It is so beautiful outside - though cold - and so bright inside as I straighten up and attempt to dust.  ;-)  Liquid sunshine is the best! I will always love the light that the sun brings.

 

And the light that is YOU.



Happy Weekend Dear Ones!  Stay warm!

xo

He Stands Alone

 

On a very cold Florida morn, Papa Goose is on guard once again.  A Mama Muscovy has had her babies.  And he is there.  No matter where the nests are - no matter how buried they are - no matter what - he is there. He simply knows.  And as the sound of honking carries across the lake from the other geese who have shunned him even though he is OF them, he stands alone, without them. He is ready to protect and defend his family.  His duck family. His real family.  His heart family.  He will remain their protector as long as they are with us on earth. Papa Goose is an angel like no other angel.

And I love him so.

xo

Battles

 

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Mating season heightens the male swan's sense of territory and they battle each other often all during the day.  In this sequence above, a male Australian swan was minding his own business on the bank of the lake when a male mute swan approached.  At first they just looked at each other but then all of a sudden the male mute swan went into attack mode - putting the Australian swan on defense immediately.  He succumbed and swam away.

As the lake turns.....


;-)

Random Instagram

A little bit of this and a little bit of that..... just the way I like it.


:-)

xo

Happy Valentine's Day!

I love you!

Kim

Wishing You...

Wishing you a BEAUTIFUL Friday, the 13th!


;-)

xo

Please God

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It's amazing, isn't it? How swans come with their own light and no batteries are even required? 

;-)

I pray our youth in their path to adulthood seek the light that is there for them ... in the sky, in the leaves, in the water's reflection of the sun and in the moon and stars.  It has always been there.  It will always be there.  

May they see light - beautiful, golden, heart warming, heart healing light in their hurried, noisy, scary, hyperactive, extremely stressed world.


Please God, let them see.


xo 

Somewhere Out There

 

 

 

 

Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight

Somewhere out there
Someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
In that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

*Linda Ronstadt, James Ingram Lyrics

 

The song you hear right now plays for YOU.

May you know the love behind these images and how I take them with you in my heart and how I always think of you.  And somewhere you ARE out there and I am so thankful.


I LOVE sharing underneath the same big sky with BEAUTIFUL you.

Love,

Kim

Whatever

"Mommy never takes me to the lake.  She said she didn't have time for that. Whatever Mommy.  Swans can't bark anyway."

Signed,

Bentley, who never gets to go anywhere.