I have been fascinated by clouds since I was a small girl. I can remember swinging on the swingset watching cloud formations with a sense of great awe.
I was walking to my neighbor's house, when I saw the shining green of new growth shimmering in the springtime sunshine. The Delicate Green reminds me of a leaf-clad tree nymph. I suppose if one were to look closely, one might be able to see her. (grin)
Several years ago my family and I made a cross-country trip to the East Coast. We were driving down a lonely road in Montana when by chance, and totally unexpectedly, we noticed something a little strange about the hillside.
We went for a long walk. We admired the flowers, and checked out various kinds of bugs. We whistled to the birds, and cawed with the crows. We swung in the swings, we slid down the slides, we climbed the monkey bars.
I often walk with my neighbor and her dogs in the mornings. We mosey along flower-lined sidewalks past a nearby school, to a wide open field--the perfect place for the dogs to play and roam. Two sides of the field are forest and stream. In spring there is a bower of blossomed beauties. Trees covered with fragrant white blossoms, looking like a bevy of decked out brides.
Here is the fragrant blossom of Rosemary. These delicate blooms are good in salads and a real treat when sprinkled on buttered toast. This wonderful herb delights not only our sense of taste, but is easy on the eye with it's own special brand of beauty.
I was outside talking on the phone with my sister Clytie, when I noticed this bug sitting upon a reflection of our neighbor's house. As we talked, I shot his picture--how neat is that? To talk to my sister and at the same take a picture of a cool bug!!! 
I was soaking up the sun in the back yard, when this perfect little daisy smiled up at me. I could hardly resist taking her picture!!! Ah, Spring!
Who says there is no such thing as angels?! Here's proof! (grin) Last Halloween my husband and I visited Santa Clara, where the entire town dresses up to give candy out to the little ones. But it isn't just the children who come in costume, their parents, do too!
There was a break in January's winter storm, when I took this photo through the uppermost window on the stairs. At the time I didn't notice the heart leaf covered with snow, which looks for all the world like the Heart of Winter.
Just now I was talking to my darling Sissy on the phone, and stepped out into the morning sunshine. I could not believe my eyes. There was a beautiful ethereal rainbow around the rising sun.
How amazing to find such a fat and colorful caterpiller in a field where birds abound! Soon there will be butterflies! Spring is finally here.
Early this morning, I walked along a field where the birds dip and wheel across the skies. Their songs fill the air. I noticed a small sparrow sitting atop a red-leafed bush. She seemed awed by the beauty of the morning...
The tiny bird could not seem to help herself, she burst into song. And so did I. 
There is beauty in a spring rainstorm. If you look closely you can actually see the world reflected upside down in a rain drop!
This morning is grey and dark. The weather reflects the state of my spirit at this moment. So I chose this gorgeous, vivid flower for today's post. The colors of this picture fill my eyes. I don't know what it is about brilliant color and flamboyant composition, but somehow when my eyes behold a photo containing both, my heart is better for it.
This was one of the very first photos I shot of a sunset, almost two years ago. Though this picture was taken with a camera of lesser pixels, this amazingly gorgeous sunset still astounds my eyes. 
Two summers ago, quite early in the morning, I traipsed outside to feed the fish in my garden pond. Imagine my surprise to see THIS character peering in my door. The little flower stalker (no pun intended) was obviously curious about who lived inside the house. I was sure if he thought he could, he'd come in for a visit.
I had a dream Wednesday night. I was in a great green forest. Somehow I was lost, but not afraid. I was tired, so I lay down upon a high stump and pulled the moss up over myself like a soft green blanket.
I whistled again. He hopped nearer for a closer look, glimpsed the human and halted with a flip of his tail feathers. "Wait a minute! That's not a bird!" To his obvious astonishment, I whistled once more. He chirped a soft reply. "Who IS that?"
And I answered. He seemed to realize then, it was truly I who was talking to him. He looked me up and down. "Good grief! It IS a HUMAN!"
He hopped a few more steps closer, shook his feathery head, and stared at my feet in shock. "No feathers, and those feet! I can't believe it!"
But then to make sure, he quickly checked behind him. "Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there IS another bird behind me!"
I whistled again. He ran a few paces nearer and came to a sudden decision. "Nope, it IS that human standing there grinning at me."
He gazed up at me and whistled just to make sure. When I answered, his expressive little face said it all. "Well I'll be a Robin's egg!" 
Out for a walk yesterday, I came upon this trio of curous daffodils. I wondered what had caught their attention, and noticed a very fat cat lying on the sidewalk within their sight. Perhaps they'd never seen a cat before? Or maybe it was my boot-clad foot. One just never knows. (grin)
Last May I had the privilege of catching an Ocean Opal with my camera. A sky opal happens in an instant, as the sun goes down, flashing light up through the clouds to creat a vivid jewel-shaped rainbow in the skies.
There are signs of spring in the forest. Mayflowers, Trilliums, violets and Johnny Jump Ups. It is heartening to see the delicate flowers of springtime peeking through the moss. My darling Sissy Clytie first spied this little beauty as we made our way down a woodsy hillside covered with fern and moss. This bright herald of spring is called a Johnny Jump Up.
Here is another treasure from a recent sojourn through the exquisite forest of my childhood. These are faery cups.
Monday morning my Sister Clytie and I tromped through the spectacular woods of our childhood. I have never seen the moss grow so thick. It covers everything. Sissy and I enjoyed a magical morning filled with laughter and wonder over our discoveries. 
