Nothing Like It

It's not HOT outside.  Yet.  The Kansas breeze is blowing as the windows of RETIREMENT COTTAGE are opened letting fresh air indoors.  Here I sit by the window that the bush's branches scrape the screen.  Late at night this scraping gives me the e e b i e-j e e b i e s, but this isn't late at night.  It's morning and I'm wide awake.  

Clearly, I can see outside that no one is raking their fingernails across the screen to scare me witless.  Just nature letting her presence be known.

The wind almost sounds like sea waves crashing against the rocks.  Seagulls singing as they soar above our heads.  Sometimes the open fields of Kansas filled with tall grasses or crops sway in the wind resembling ocean waves in motion.  You can see for miles.

In town it's different, because of the houses and buildings that are there.  Just sounds are similar.  As a child, I loved to let the wind breeze blow across my face messing my hair.  This was home grown freedom.  

Birds are chirping a melodious tune.  

The day has begun.  

Between the birds chirping and the wind rushing,

it's harmony at her best.

All seems well in this ole world.

I haven't bothered to turn the television or radio on 

to find out what's going on in the world.

My computer is on the fritz, so I have no way to check the bullet points that the news likes to send our way across the internet.

The delicate lace window panel swirls into the Living room 
as the wind blows about.  So quiet here at this moment that it's relaxing and helps me to breathe deeper with ease.  

Pause.    

This wind will eventually blow the tall irises over breaking their majestic stance that waves to all that pass by.  WE DO LOVE OUR IRISES.  For several weeks in the SPRING, I admire their blossoms.  It may sound dull to some how I go on and on about Irises, but at my age I just can't help it anymore.  I was needing something in my life that was a positive feed.  Along came the IRISES to fill that void.

Which makes LIFE  more enjoyable.  I LOVE FLOWER GARDENS.  Out amongst the beauty is heavenly. 

Over the years I came to understand that so many varieties are out there.  Colorful.  The fuzzy part of the Iris is called the beard and this alone comes in different colors.  You might have white petals with white beard or white petals with purple beard, yellow beard, orange, blue, purple, etc. Then the petals vary with such vibrant colors.  The height and size of blossom vary as well.  It's never ending.

I made my weekly pilgrimage to the KSU Gardens on a sunshiny day.  The BLOOMS were gorgeous and more were out to show off their glory. 

 Beautiful to visit 
and one of my favorite places on Earth.

Thank you for joining me today.

You are LOVED,

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