sarah.yusko:
first
sarah.yusko:
little blossoms
sarah.yusko:
happy
sarah.yusko:
pinks
sarah.yusko:
mysteries lie all around us, even in the most familiar things, waiting only to be perceived.
sarah.yusko:
end of the day
sarah.yusko:
buds
sarah.yusko:
a rose
sarah.yusko:
faerie land
sarah.yusko:
hello again
sarah.yusko:
rainy day
sarah.yusko:
found
sarah.yusko:
wildflowers
sarah.yusko:
from an early spring day
sarah.yusko:
bluebells
sarah.yusko:
finding my way back
sarah.yusko:
why are there trees i never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
sarah.yusko:
late sunset
sarah.yusko:
no spring skips its turn
sarah.yusko:
spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
sarah.yusko:
awakening
sarah.yusko:
this is one of the exact centers of the universe & it's in charge of a lot of the beautiful and amazing things that we'll take for granted in the future.
sarah.yusko:
i didn't want to tell the tree or weed what it was. i wanted it to tell me something and, through me, express its meaning in nature.
sarah.yusko:
this...
sarah.yusko:
summer dreams
sarah.yusko:
images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes they call me on and on across the universe...
sarah.yusko:
foxglove
sarah.yusko:
i will be the gladdest thing under the sun! i will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
