I am a bluet a cross is my flower I am of low stature I have no fragrance, nor showy color simplicity is my gift a cross is my flower I am Bluet I am beautiful. I am fascinated by these little flowers that I am taking a lot of pictures of them (while theyContinue reading “BLUETS”


  It is an October morning sunbeams filter through the boughs dew-laden grass glisten inviting me to touch their diamond-tipped blades with my bare feet the hum of birds shield against the morning rush but there I was behind closed doors and glass panes working to be the sunbeam and dew for those I love.