Saturday, May 13, 2017

Telling Time

The ancient ones dwell among us. We only need to be willing to see.





















All of time is before man and well beyond me. Speaking ancient might leave a whisper behind.





















There were just a few seeds to plant. Two and a half hours later the setting sun said it was over. I got lost out there.





















Some wait longer to wake. This big an investment is too precious to lose to a changing season.





















In time, a snake in the grass will be absorbed. I am the delay of the inevitable.





















In the time of vegetation.


3 comments:

Lisa Greenbow said...

Its alive.

Sallysmom said...

Everything is beautiful. No more gardening for me - too many aches and pains. Thankfully, I have a great hub who does what needs to be done.

Christopher C. NC said...

By leaps and bounds Lisa.

That's a bummer Sallysmom. Hopefully you can still enjoy evening strolls in the garden with your gardener.