One Woman's Quest II

Growing with gratitude for life's challenges

Simple Pleasures (FOTD)

VJblogging, challenge, flowers, photography, poetryCee's photo challenge, childhood, flowers, love6 Comments

Pluckable petals
remind me of simpler times –
“Loves me; loves me not”.

(Cee’s flower of the day.)

6 thoughts on “Simple Pleasures (FOTD)”

pattimoed says:

November 7, 2018 at 2:15 pm

Beautiful colors in that flower!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 7, 2018 at 2:28 pm
  
  Sure are! Thanks Patti.
  
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Laura M Bailey says:

November 4, 2018 at 3:07 am

Spreading the love! I nominate you for The Sunshine Blogger Award
https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/11/04/sunshine-blogger-award-2/

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 4, 2018 at 3:15 am
  
  Thanks and hugs to you, Laura. My stupid head can’t get around these awards – to many steps to follow, lol. But thank you.
  
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sgeoil says:

November 4, 2018 at 12:31 am

beautiful flowers, brings back memories of barefoot carefree days! sigh…

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 4, 2018 at 3:14 am
  
  That’s what I thought too.
  
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