I know a little girl,whose hair in ringletsfalls, unkempt from lackof brushing; who standswhen she should be sitting;who laughs with defiance whenchallenged, her dark eyes gleamingwith mischief; who holds her chin uphigh and stamps her feet, arms foldedin protest when she does not get her way. I see that little girl,have watched her play,with a […]
Ask me how I’m doingand I’ll say “fine”, notbecause I’m actually fine,but because “fine” is the onlysocially acceptable response. If I said that I have been lyinghere, for three hours now,willing my body to move,that would elicit unsolicitedadvice and tarnish my “fine”. I’d berate myself for breakingmy promise not to moan,knowing that complainingprovokes a compulsive […]
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I’ve not been anywhere that there are mums. I’m glad you are posting a bunch this year. I might have to dig in my archives. 😀
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Lots of mums here in Ontario.
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They are so beautiful and the words express their beauty so well.
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Nice of you to say so.
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Love the look of flaming orange. Lovely mums, V.J. 🙂
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Thanks Olga.
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