No big box hereour shops line upin historic rows Our fraganceeau-de-fermeearthen fresh Our spires remindersthat values are simpleand life blessed. (Photo mine)
Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)
We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]
Pictures are gorgeous. You are so right. Snow changes things. we did not get the snow predicted for us. Had everything ready for the fireplace but had open doors instead. So not getting snow you prepare for changes things also. 😀
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Weather has been crazy. Thanks for dropping by.
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I also love the photo of the cold mallard, V. J. ❤ It always surprises me how hardy birds are to survive extreme winter weather.
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I know! They must have built-in insulation.
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Brrr – great pics and words to go along with!
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Thank you!
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😉
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Great photos and poem. Love the duck. Colorful!
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Thank you!
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Love those icy fingers…but to cold to hold!
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Definitely! Thanks.
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Love the image..icy finger to taunt. Been a bit of skating rink here too!
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Guess we’ll have to train ourselves to admire it, so we don’t get bogged down by it.
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Yes, a positive outlook!
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I like the low angle shot of the duck, VJ. Great images of the cold.
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Thanks!
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