FOWC: Simple Pleasures

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I’m really just a simple gal,
who finds pleasure in simple things,

like a flash of yellow at the bird feeder

or the surprise of spring abundance

and whimsical notions conjured by a treehouse

and the neighbourliness of front porches

all made extraordinary, when shared.

(The Daily word prompt from Fandango is “Simple” )

7 thoughts on “FOWC: Simple Pleasures”

Sarah Fine says:

June 7, 2018 at 11:53 am

I am with you. I love the simplicity of your poem. The photos are soothing. Light summer thoughts…

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  June 7, 2018 at 12:32 pm
  
  Thanks, Sarah. Definitely my favourite time of the year.
  
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Fandango says:

June 7, 2018 at 2:41 am

The simple pleasures are the best.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  June 7, 2018 at 12:29 pm
  
  They sure are!
  
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Lana Cole says:

June 7, 2018 at 12:21 am

This sounds lovely and peaceful. 😊 me too! I’ve been watching for my hummingbirds to come back, but have yet to see one.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  June 7, 2018 at 12:23 am
  
  Oh, I love the hummingbirds. We only get one kind here in Canada – the ruby-throated. Saw so many in Arizona. They really are amazing.
  
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  1. Lana Cole says:
    
    June 7, 2018 at 12:25 am
    
    I love hearing them zip past me on my patio. I can never remember the kind we get here, my dad knows.
    
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