Blossoms and bees-unbeknownst to me, there was a bee within the folds of two of the cherry blossom photographs, below. I was surprised to see them when I uploaded them.
When the flower blossoms, the bee will come. -Srikumar Rao
Joy comes from places you least expect it. It’s usually the simple things, like watching my son play basketball or going through Central Park when the blossoms are blooming. -Dave Gahan
The significance of the cherry blossom tree in Japanese culture goes back hundreds of years. In their country, the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of life. It’s a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but that it is also tragically short.
The little sparrow in the photo above, caught its dinner!
I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. -Henry David Thoreau
I enjoyed watching the American Rosefinch, above, having breakfast. It is not a Purple Finch, although it might seem to be at first glance.
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. -Chinese Proverb
Holocaust Remembrance Day (Yom HaShoah) begins tonight, April 15th, and ends Thursday evening, April 16th.
We honor and remember the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.
You can also read about it on Yad Vashmem’s site, here.
Mimi Writes…a beautiful tribute and memorial.
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
The photographs above were taken by me when I visited the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum a few years back.
I love to be near the ocean, a lake, a river or a pond. I enjoy the natural beauty that illuminates before me, and I find myself in awe when thinking about what is before my eyes.
One day while walking the perimeter of a lake, I saw a man in a kayak. It got me wondering, and when I went home, I did some research. Here is a post of mine (reflective of that research) from June 23, 2014, regarding Jews and Kayaking.
Water Scenics and Jewish Reflection is a post of mine regarding the Venice Canals in Venice, CA, and the ocean in Santa Monica.
The next time you are wandering near a lake, stream, river, the ocean or a pond, take a moment to reflect on the loveliness before you.
We build too many walls and not enough bridges. -Isaac Newton
Anything for the quick life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse. -Charles Dickens
I am sorry for the update-I had to correct an error.