I dream that I am teaching again, and having assigned the class independent work, I am spending time connecting with each student to see if they are grasping the material. It’s my favourite part of teaching, and I wake up wondering if I’ll ever have that feeling again. So rewarding. It is bittersweet, growing old. […]
Really wasn’t your faultthis fury that overcame –Words evoked onslaught,a raging river of pain. Didn’t mean to push you,miscalculated my aim,swimming in swamp watersnot a recommended game. You floundered, gurgled,cursed me by name –our love story, now viralbrought an alligator fame. (Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)
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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