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 […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Cool photos. That tree especially is amazing!
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Isn’t it something. Looks like it is alive. Thanks.
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You’re welcome. Nature provides us with many mysteries!
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I love the old, gnarled tree with its tender new leaves. The colts with their mums are very appealing, too.
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Thanks Liz.
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Beautiful photos for this week. Thanks VJ for playing along 😀
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Thanks Cee!
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VJ, great tree, but I feel like I am looking for the Tin Man’s oil can as apples are getting thrown at me. Keith
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Lol. It does look very much alive.
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These are wonderful! I love that tree! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks. Even more special about that tree, is that is home to a family of owls.
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I would love to see that family! 🙂 ❤
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We managed to see one the babies.
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I hope you are able to capture some photos!
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Just a blurry blob!
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