Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Yesterday I raked Chamomile. I walked slowly up and down one row of little white and yellow blossoms popping them into my bucket. The breeze and the sweet lullaby scent was everything I could have asked for on a summer afternoon. I spent the rest of my time at work dodging rain drops and photographing the magical wonderment of the flowers blooming in the fields. Each and every blossom proves to me over and over again that everything will be alright.

Every thing will be all right.