The definition of meandering is to follow a winding and turning course. This post has many twists and turns, so bear with me.
First of all I want to thank the two generous bloggers whose eggs I received. The lavender egg was created by Kana of Kana Creates. The little blue egg box was made for me by Jeanne of Dream, Create, Inspire. Two bloggers that I will definitely be visiting often. Thanks ladies, you are the best! This post also suits the second definition of meandering, to move aimlessly and idly without fixed direction. Kind of how my life feels sometimes, but in a pleasant way.
Coming home Saturday evening, as we pulled up the drive the light was so perfect as it illuminated our Bradford Pear that I had to jump out of the car, camera in hand.
When the first flowering trees bloom in spring they are absolutely magical. The world transforms itself. I feel like we are living in the pages of a fairy tale.
White, lacy blossoms that will soon flutter to the earth and blanket it with an impossible warm snow.
How sweet are these tiny, cup like blooms. Each perfect in itself.
The afternoon light at the change of the seasons is like liquid gold. Spring brings magic to the Earth.
Speaking of nature's magic, I was sitting at the computer yesterday morning when I spied movement outside the window above my desk. Look closely and you can see what I am talking about. Several hawks (on closer inspection I think they are turkey vultures, not quite as elegant) were landing in the tree tops.
If you look closely you will see four in the photo above. One has spread it's wings and three are sitting on the branches.
Forgive the photo above, I know they are hard to see. (If you click on the photos they will enlarge) It was so beautiful to see them circling and then landing just outside the window.
The next bit of magic comes by way of the Rustic Victorian. She hosted a handmade pay it forward on her blog and look what she sent to me. A tiny beribboned box. When opened it spilled it's magic.
Beautiful little bits and bobs to use in my art. A collaged roll of ribbon and trim held fast with a pink pin. A paper cut Victorian boot, tiny lace doily, and a crystal prism all wrapped in creamy crepe. What a sweet treasure box.
Speaking of treasures, my sweet daughter Sadie and dear doggy Baby, nose to nose.
My meandering way is full of blessings, I hope yours is too.
Have a Monday full of wanderlust, P.
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