"in Just-

spring       when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles       far       and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far       and       wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

 from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

     the

             goat-footed

balloonMan       whistles

far

and

wee"

e.e. cummings

Spring calls me out of hibernation. Ready and fresh to pick the daisies (so to speak)

and remember why I'm here in the Blue Mountains. and what next adventures may hold in store. 

Essentially, weeds. poetically, beauty.

A day in the front garden before the clover was clipped. 

Lucky Lucky Lucky

My last years blue berry. Which was my muse on abundance and simplicity. Is LOVING being with mother earth... and is bountiful and beautiful. Ahhh possibly more than 3 blueberries this year.

Much love and happy wanderings. 

xo bryanna pearl