“The tender words we spoke to one another are stored in the secret heart of heaven and one day, like rain, they will fall and spread and our mystery will grow green all over the earth.” – Rumi
If words could fall like rain, I would want them to grow and look like the flowers I see adorning the roadsides during Spring in Buck’s County.
Yes, it is the same winged creature from my post on Saturday, just on different flowers. It has no bias for colors.
This week in Buck’s County you don’t drive far without seeing these flowers alongside the roads. They are so cheery and catch my eye every time I pass by them. Wouldn’t it be nice to rest in a field of them and day dream under the warm rays of the sun?
Robyn Graham Photography 