Firstly, I love when I accidentally hold-click on the page instead of scrolling and I see the long graphic on the screen 😀 Secondly, allowing the meadow grasses to complete an entire cycle without plucking the flowers, cutting the grass… just cycle after cycle. I think about that a lot with my own garden and have secretly allowed one of the tall grasses at the far end of the yard where nobody notices, to just do the cycle every year, no intervention. This will be the third year… amazing how plants take care of themselves, don’t really need us… we are probably the danger to them… and thirdly, going on my fourth year of no haircut. At first, covid but now it’s become a personal challenge. Highly recommend. 🥲😀😀😀😀😀
How beautiful, Candace! So simple, and yet so profound. You are a master at finding the profound/sacred in the simple and every day things.. <3 I simply love your illustrations and the words that flow from your Soul.. Thank you. <3
WOW! This is so beautifully accurate in its definitions. I also love the word "allow." It's nice to know that Antwerp and environs near you still have those little bits of wildness, that not every square inch is used and properly groomed.
Jeff and I are attempting to change our lawn into a meadow, but it takes patience. I celebrate every single wildflower that emerges amidst the grass. Sometimes it's almost swallowed by it, but sometimes the flowers pop up and thrive for a day or so in the dried, bare spots where the sprinklers don't work well. Jeff is constantly repairing the sprinkler system. It doesn't rain much here, so irrigation is the way of life here. But there are new green things blowing in on the wind or their seeds thrown around by hand, all with our hopes that a meadow full of flowers will finally take over our little acre. This lovely piece of yours this morning cheers my heart and gives me hope for the future.
Delightful, as always! I'm always amazed at how Nature abhors a vacuum, and fills the smallest open space, even in crowded cities, with new growth of grasses and flowers. Even "weeds" can be beautiful in bloom.
Weeds refined are where we get most of both plants and flowers. Planting indigenous members of a given area and letting the prosper frequently serves indigenous wild life to prosper as well. There are wild blueberries all over Maine but we refrain from eating them as they are needed by local wild life for sustenance and we can get what we need from the farmers market or store.
Beautiful. And timely! Was just outside after a long day, looking across my own little meadow. I can’t ‘keep up on it’ so it’s blooming with weeds. But you know what? The bees LOVE it and the wind rippling through it is more beautiful than any manicured lawn I’ve ever seen.
Allow. Take the ego out of it and nature will do her thing
Take the ego out of it. Yes. That is an entire discussion!
Beautiful!
Firstly, I love when I accidentally hold-click on the page instead of scrolling and I see the long graphic on the screen 😀 Secondly, allowing the meadow grasses to complete an entire cycle without plucking the flowers, cutting the grass… just cycle after cycle. I think about that a lot with my own garden and have secretly allowed one of the tall grasses at the far end of the yard where nobody notices, to just do the cycle every year, no intervention. This will be the third year… amazing how plants take care of themselves, don’t really need us… we are probably the danger to them… and thirdly, going on my fourth year of no haircut. At first, covid but now it’s become a personal challenge. Highly recommend. 🥲😀😀😀😀😀
Gorgeous. Thank you.
Allow. Allow. Allow.
Mmmm! Love this, Candace. So pretty and easy, like the easiest thing in the world, just allow. Thanks for sharing. XO
How beautiful, Candace! So simple, and yet so profound. You are a master at finding the profound/sacred in the simple and every day things.. <3 I simply love your illustrations and the words that flow from your Soul.. Thank you. <3
What an enjoyable reading experience, it was like I was listening to a song while reading.
WOW! This is so beautifully accurate in its definitions. I also love the word "allow." It's nice to know that Antwerp and environs near you still have those little bits of wildness, that not every square inch is used and properly groomed.
Jeff and I are attempting to change our lawn into a meadow, but it takes patience. I celebrate every single wildflower that emerges amidst the grass. Sometimes it's almost swallowed by it, but sometimes the flowers pop up and thrive for a day or so in the dried, bare spots where the sprinklers don't work well. Jeff is constantly repairing the sprinkler system. It doesn't rain much here, so irrigation is the way of life here. But there are new green things blowing in on the wind or their seeds thrown around by hand, all with our hopes that a meadow full of flowers will finally take over our little acre. This lovely piece of yours this morning cheers my heart and gives me hope for the future.
This is so beautiful- how did you create this work of art? ✨
Allow. So true we must allow our growth .
Delightful, as always! I'm always amazed at how Nature abhors a vacuum, and fills the smallest open space, even in crowded cities, with new growth of grasses and flowers. Even "weeds" can be beautiful in bloom.
Weeds refined are where we get most of both plants and flowers. Planting indigenous members of a given area and letting the prosper frequently serves indigenous wild life to prosper as well. There are wild blueberries all over Maine but we refrain from eating them as they are needed by local wild life for sustenance and we can get what we need from the farmers market or store.
Allow, as if the thing is ours to decide. Therein is our deadly arrogance.
GREAT use of the vertical medium and lovely illustrations.
Candace you are an inspiration, and a breath of fresh air. I will search for something within me to allow on your behalf.
Beautiful. And timely! Was just outside after a long day, looking across my own little meadow. I can’t ‘keep up on it’ so it’s blooming with weeds. But you know what? The bees LOVE it and the wind rippling through it is more beautiful than any manicured lawn I’ve ever seen.
I loved this so much. I read it out loud to my yoga class at a farm right in front of a meadow. It was magical and arrived at just the right time.