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 […]
Just a perfect treat for my summer 👌
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Thanks
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That frozen corner is certainly chilly but I won’t mind touch it 🙂
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We used to break them off as kids and lick them like popsicles.
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These are really lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks my friend!
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I really like the flowering tree against the blurred background in the first photo.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Oh VJ, I am loving the ice. Wonderful photos for this week. 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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VJ, I love the change of pace with black and white footage. Keith
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Thanks Keith.
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