Mindsets of a Philanthropic Garden Guru

      Cold hard illusions of grandeur illicit their fundamental need to explore or explode into nature as one would slumber in a dream, and you have to dream on until the dream comes true for those images to find their way into the pages of some willful Gad About Town to leisurely paste them thru the keyboard onto one of his occasional maddening diatribes. 

      The feathers in his headdress sparkle with the tunes of the rays of the sun protruding thru the geometric patterns of the leaves bustling with the wind's shrieking speech impediments. As I wander aimlessly in my cloudy visions, me wonders if the peculiar weather has imprinted some form of wisdom that I am

 somewhat blind to, but always, with eyes wide shut, ready for any illumination that cares to foreshadow it's own future recognition.

         With no rhetorical retrospect intended, Nature it seems is destined to illucidate it's nomenclature in, out and around the protruding landscapes of our Rainy Days and Mondays, that don't by any stretch of the imagination get me down.    

                                                        

        Rather, upon awakening from a Rip Van Winkle state of mind, I realize, without hesitation, the familiarity of ourselves to the outside world, is only that of our delinquent  minds....Steven, the elucidator of past, present and future global thought along the river of life's continuous unfolding, Child