I have oranges in the dogwood tree for Oriole, but he seems uninterested. He prefers the sycamore fluffs at the tops of the trees. The dogwoods have lost their pink in the three days since I took the photo.
1. Cool May–whenever I start to kvetch about being too cold, I remember the beastly heat at the end of the year last year, and I am grateful. I have not started up my classroom air conditioner at all this spring.
2. Deep, flowing conversations.
3. Your heart. My heart. The strands of love and compassion that connect those dots.
4. White fluffy clouds in blue sky.
5. Passing on the Flame.
May we walk in Beauty!