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Mallards and a Night Heron For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: M or N words
Read MoreGrowing with gratitude for life's challenges
Mallards and a Night Heron For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: M or N words
Read MoreMy daughters gave me a copy of this poem, surrounded by images of me playing with the grandbabies. It always brings me joy. As summer comes to end, and the children return to school, I am already feeling the loss of our time spent together, so; I thought it might be fun this week to […]
Read More“Maybe there is a purpose to this struggle,” I say, offhanded, to a visiting friend. We have just made our way to the edge of the falls, the trek difficult for me today, as my legs are not cooperating. I’m hanging onto her arm for balance. I’d been telling her about another visit I’d had, […]
Read MoreUnabashedlyshe blooms, exerts her colour –prideful peony. (For Cee’s Flower of the day.)
Read MoreTwisted arms, Willow’swelcome – cross child’s refuge,Mother Nature’s balm. There is magic in a Willow’s presence – so many hours spent, hidden in her arms as a child. Even today, the sight of a willow pulls on my heart. Just one of Nature’s many blessings. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: trees; and RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: […]
Read More“Honey, I think I might know who has been stalking us.” Reena’s Exploration challenge this week asks us to caption the photo.
Read MoreIl faut cultiver notre jardin. – Voltaire There is self to be foundin the planting of seeds,the art of nurturing,the glory of growth. Whether we carefully lay a bed,or hang our intentions for all to see,even roadside blooms assert meaning –that beauty belongs to us all. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: gardens)
Read MorePurple explosionsdisrupt garden bed – defyexpected order. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
Read MoreThanks goodness for camera bursts that capture movement. Pretty sure neither girl can hold these poses. For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: timing is everything.
Read MoreGrowing up, my mother told me over and over that I was not loveable. I heard it so often, it became a personal truth. I didn’t examine or question it until my former husband told me, after seventeen years, that he didn’t love me, had never loved me. Of course, I told myself, I am […]
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