all we were born to do

There are hearts to be found in quiet places… Here are a few I’ve photographed recently.

A lilac heart.

 

A sweet woodruff heart.

 

Bleeding hearts.

 

A yarrow heart.

 

I think passing love around
Is all we were born to do.

~Michael McDonald

 

May your day be touched by love.

Spring

Twinkling like the morning star along a quiet trail near our home, a bloodroot unfurls delicate petals…

As I was scrolling through my photo archives this morning, this image called to mind a simple line of poetry I whisper to myself each year. I’m posting it here to celebrate the joyous arrival of the vernal equinox. xo

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring —

~Gerard Manley Hopkins, (1844 – 1889)