A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden. Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.
This life a road –the way preparedsigns to guide me,and still, I get lost. Construction, distraction,disobedience – throw me off –tendency to choose tougher routes,broken down and been sidelined And yet, the road still beckons,invites progression, thrills.A rolling stone gathers no moss,my father liked to say, and so… I push ahead, keep motoring,trust the obstacles […]
They look like fireworks!! You amaze me with your knowledge of so many names–of flowers and birdies 🙂
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Birds are my passion, flowers not so much. This name came from my husband.
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🙂 🙂
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Lovely! Bursts of the unexpected!
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Thanks, Heather. Love these flowers.
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful poem, beautiful flower, your beautiful heart, can’t get anymore beautiful than that V.J.! 😀 ❤
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How sweet, Deborah. Thank you.
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