Come, float your hands over the top,
releasing the aroma of papery poppies & lavender flowers.
Sit with me for a spell
and we’ll barely notice as minutes turn to hours.
Or find a trail
and in peaceful beauty, wander along,
Until perhaps you find your son
gathering you some green-stemmed love.
A field lush with solitude begs
you to blossom or bloom
Or lazily graze
upon a hillside of grassy plume.
Come here, bend down low
and watch your heart soars & be blessed.
Now gently roll over onto your belly
and take a little time for a lovely rest.
Here is a good reminder–before you go:
gathering your kinfolk would be best.
Ah, there he is
under the tree’s shade, sitting calmly upon the ground
Quietly looking for ways
to spread God’s heavenly seeds around.
* All photos taken one week ago at a local lavender farm. My son and I ate our picnic lunch, picked some flowering lavender, met the lovely owner, and enjoyed some rest.
* Here is another post with additional images from that day.
This post is part of Ann’s quiet look at resting…
* Okay one more thing, it took me two hours to upload my images today.
Anybody else having issues with blogger?
Considering giving them the heave-ho-merrily-I-go
(to another blog hosting site).