Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (Image my own)
Just look at that! Another past-time I enjoy, thinking of starting a bird log.
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My husband said I should do that too. Love my birds.
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I find them most fascinating.
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Gorgeous capture 🙂
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Thanks.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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sometimes you just need a love button!
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We do! Thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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He’s intent on getting at the suet!
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Isn’t he! Looks like he’s doing a chin up.
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Yes, he does!
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