… or maybe the word is precarious. The ‘for sale’ sign went up on the house Thursday. The ad online activated Friday afternoon. We’d already had a viewing scheduled before the listing went live. In the meantime, we’ve been scrambling to pack up the excess and make this house presentable. It’s more work than remembered […]
The magic is notin crossing pathswith celebrity Gaining entryinto inner circlesdeconstructing myths Magic is the momentwhen flattery does not swaywhen recognition surpasses the gloss of stargazingembraces inner substanceevolves into self-acceptance. (Art my own)
(This is not a new post, but I feel it is fitting for the time of the year. It still speaks to me as the author.)
I am with you. I love the simplicity of your poem. The photos are soothing. Light summer thoughts…
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Thanks, Sarah. Definitely my favourite time of the year.
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The simple pleasures are the best.
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They sure are!
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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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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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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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