Found an old diary – days when I painted myself white, prayed to angels, believed God cared about personal forever after – painted myself pathetic. Took me back – days when I painted myself pink, altruistic heart committed to indifference, yearned for the unrequited, sacrificed – painted myself foolish. Read between the lines – days […]
Laughter, like sunshine, cleared the air, painted our hearts verdant love renewed. (A haiku borrow from Twitter. Â Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
I know what infinity means: it’s one hundred plus one. Voice of innocence serene her sense of self of life’s complexities. Should borrow from her, embrace that confidence, but worry intervenes. How do we preserve the wonder of youth, save her from cynicism? That it is! I reply, my smile a warm hug – vow to […]
Lovely pink!!
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I hope it continues to do so. Beautiful flowers!
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Thanks.
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I like the green to the side – cool photo
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Wild for this time of year. thanks.
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I know ! But I like it –
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Around here too! Till yesterday when we had a snow storm. The mums are still holding on though. Very nice.
Pat
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Such strange weather isn’t it? We had a snow storm today and yet there are trees with bright leaves still. Odd.
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Yeap, very strange indeed. Mother nature adjusting to all the changes on the planet.
Pat
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they look like powder puffs!
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They do!
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I agree – making three!
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Beautiful mum photo. 😀
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Thanks, Cee.
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