17 beats

afternoon sunevening buckets of rain flash.BANG! wrap it with a bow

I think it might depend more on a shovel or perhaps the chickens.

sun sets like fire to light the grass at waters edgeflames dance in the wind

Ugly chainlink fence is nothing when the Diva turns her face to you.

like magicI turned backyard berries into jam then we ate it all

summer tastes likesweet cinnamon peaches in a custard crumb crust pie

Golden Campine lounging in a spot of sunshineliving her best life.

after sideways rainemptied park and trailsred necked grebe dives for dinner

for this rainy first day of the rainiest monthorange nasturtiums

sometimes anchorsometimes launchpadbut always grace to carry me through

Dottie knows it’s truethe grass really is greener on the other side.

Six-Row Bere (like bear) for long days, short seasonsin racing stripe design

rumpled red dahlia in the backyard gardenthank youfor being here

praise for good tools andespecially this hand hoe which is my favorite

when the trail narrows turns hardtoo steepmay you find space to set your feet

On these days so wet and greythe yellow dog smiles and sunshine is served.

blooms run up the stalktime and trouble won’t stopbeauty is grace for now

A yellow streak Would launch in gorgeous flight Precisely To catch this ball.

Our yellow dograided the carrot patch againnot for the last time.

racing time defying temperaturegorgeous lifeno matter the odds

Scarcity feels like treasure in this two-handed strawberry harvest.

The sun showed up to paint our sky at the end of this drippy grey day.

The Dotties seem to think they know something about imagination.

In these lowlands look and see – where is the room for imagination?