Stone Mountain: Where You are Inspired?

Most days of the week for 3 decades I'm here, below.  

Stone Mountain daisy is unique, in all the world/galaxy, to this single spot.

They've already begun to fade & their musky sweet smell of decay & death is intoxicating.  Thrilling.  A smell metaphor, "You've made another year.  You're ALIVE."  Language of Nature I understand.  People?  Not so much.
 

In the crevices & margins, above, I never cease to marvel and many times a year simply stop to absorb their lessons.

With every step this mountain lets me share in what is sacred.
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On this mountain my place is secure.  Providence speaks the eternal.
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Garden & Be Well,  XO Tara
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Pics taken yesterday morning.  Would love to have the perfume of yesterday, "Tara, you smell like dead daisys."  "Thank you."  I say.