In these days of dark mornings, dark evenings, and work, work, work in between …
I remember sunshine and quiet wandering in the village and garden.
Where one may come upon a soft pink flower, name unknown
petals gently curving, bringing thoughts of tiny fairy clothes
Or perhaps flamboyant honeysuckle blooms
spreading in all directions, beckoning in the late insects
And hidden in the corners, peeking out among the grass
the Herb Robert sits sweetly, as droplets rest upon it’s delicate stems
And though the days are long and darkness-tipped
and though there may be pain and tired sighs
these memories sustain
remember
A Perfect place for me to visit after work..dark and frigid evening. Your beautiful photographs make me smile and find a happy place.
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That made me happy, Blue. We’re under three feet of snow here.
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amazing
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