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 […]
There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]
One Woman's Quest II 
That young sparrow with mom is certainly so cute 🙂
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Best of the season. Thanks 🙏
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Lovely pictures
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Thanks
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These are so beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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Thanks VJ. The colors always amaze. Keith
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Thanks 😊 Keith. I forgot to add in the cardinals- always a bright spot.
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Such pretty birds. I hope they’re gracing you with birdsong throughout the day.
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They definitely do. Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I’m glad you’re being graced with birdsong. It’s one of the simple pleasures of summer, wth the possible exception of our nightly whip-poor will, who can get rather obstreperous at times.
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