The Definition of Cute!

We had a big shindig here over the Fourth of July.  Our friends brought one of those mist hoses--which is what this tiny darlin' is holding in her hand.  It was a hot day, so she really enjoyed the fine spray drifting down.

This little one has the most wonderful grin.  Seeing her makes me smile--and, I hope you will smile, too.

Have a lovely day.

The Forests of my Childhood

The beautiful forests of my childhood, a pocket of green amidst the ever-encroaching city, is still there.

Here is the tree were we used to sit and swing.  It is still there--but it is much too tall and big to swing in these days.

Here is a view down into the canyon.  If you look closely, I believe you can see the creek peeking through the foliage.

Here's another view down into the canyon where we played as children.

I look at this photo, and I want to walk down into that cedar and moss forest...surely something magical lies beyond.

The sun comes out for a brief moment--filling the leaves with bright color.

Sometimes, standing at the edge of the canyon, looking down into the places we played as children, I can almost hear the echoes of those times--one moment from the past, superimposed upon the present.  For a few moments I am sure I can her children laughing. 

Little Heart Hunter -Guest Heart Thursday

What fun to explore the creek with a tiny heart hunter.  

Do you see the heart in the creek?

I bet you can now.

As we walked through the parking lot, my little heart hunter danced on her toes and said, "There's another heart for Auntie Honey!"

Have a beautiful day everyone.

For more heart art, photography and altogether fabulous heart stuff from around the world, visit Clytie at Random Hearts for Guest Heart Thursday.

Faery Greetings

Spring came early to the forests of our childhood.  Sissy and I found an amazing array of spring flowers this year.  Here is a photo of the old trees--Can you see the faery greeting in the delicate green of the forest floor?

I love to watch the seasons--walking with my darling Sissy in the woods where we played as children.  The magic is still there.

Beneath Huckleberry Bridge

Sissy and I went for another walk through the Forests of our childhood--this time we ended up in Deer Valley.

We leaned against the silent cedar trees.  Listened to the old hawk call in the air over our heads.  We ate huckleberries from a gigantic plant which I'm sure was the one from which we gathered berries as children.  Then Clytie and I hiked down the side of the canyon to Huckleberry Bridge and the old mud flats.  The mud flats are gone now, but Huckleberry Bridge still spans the stream.

As you see, there was magic in the air as the sun caught another world in the reflections beneath Huckleberry Bridge.  If I looked closer I am sure I would have heard the shouts of children playing--peals of laughter from long ago.

For more wonderful reflections from around the world, be sure to visit James at Weekend Reflections.