Texture Tuesday...that kind of faith

These beauties were not growing naturally on my land although at one time, there were multitudes

 found growing on these islands.  No, I planted these bulbs a couple of years ago

when I held high hopes for cultivating a native wildflower meadow.

These camassia were as far as I got.

So it goes.  Not unlike so many things.

Still, they make me SO happy.  The clumps are thriving, the bees love them, they add stature

to the garden when it's still a bit early for anything else

and they require zero maintenance or attention....

the perfect recipe for garden plants, if you ask me.

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It's another Texture Tuesday over at Kim's place.  Do pop in over there and check out the creativity

from the texture-loving crowd...better yet, join in with us.  So much inspiration!

For today's photo I used two of Kim's textures...'grunged up 2' and 'yesteryear.'

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Besides TT, the other really cool thing that happens on this day each week is 

Maya Stein's 10-line Tuesday.

I've been following her for awhile now...she is, oh, so good...

each week, a new poem in my mailbox...more inspiration.

And somehow she always gets me thinking past whatever is holding me up.

Here's what arrived today:

the juggler

At some point, of course, your own stamina will fail, and the rhythm

you began with will splinter, then collapse.  But that first belief that thrust

your hands in motion - I want to say something about that.  This was not some whim

or fantasy of epic talent.  It was your cells talking, trust

threading your very bones, your hopes held high as clouds.  That kind of faith

is untouchable, regardless of all those balls tumbling earthward.  Remember

where you started, those inklings that led you to practice your lofty art

on a busy sidewalk, color pinwheeling around.  That's the necessary ember,

the tiny fire churning,

your naked courage daring you to sing.

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Till next time, my friends.