the blue muse

Just now, most of my garden blooms are purple.

I guess it’s no coincidence, since purple is my favorite color.

Half of my garden is still a mess. I hope to work on that this weekend.

The weeds always win, in the end, but I put up a good fight,
at least in the early months of the season.

 The fireflies have arrived, as well as the hummingbirds.

I find comfort in these cycles, these small reminders
that life is always moving forward,
even as I realize that I simply can’t keep up.

And sometimes, I just have to sit and watch it all race by.

And smile at the transient beauty of a gold and purple sunset.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with color

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