A bloom from my garden way back in July.
Take that, you gloomy sunshine-poor day!
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Some days a woman’s gotta bring her own color
flora
Wearing the shriveled skin of the ordinary
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning,
it satisfies the senses amazingly.
~ Virginia Woolf
My senses are doing all right today, I guess.
Not what I’d call amazingly satisfied, but well enough.
I’ll gaze on those old rose hips a little longer.
Happy Thanksgiving to friends in the U.S.!
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Friday Haiku
Trump don’t own orange.
See the beauty everywhere,
that way fear can’t win.
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Keep on keeping on
I think that the thing that we learned,
back in the day of the civil rights movement,
is that you do have to keep on keeping on.
~ Charlayne Hunter-Gault
Beauty blooming in the swamp at Kapok Park.
No matter what the outcome today,
gotta keep moving forward.
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Wordless Wednesday: Out my mother’s window
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Friday Haiku
Shrub running amok,
an aggressive takeover.
The elegant brute.
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Take my garden, please
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
I put three hours into my garden today and it still looks like Flora Run Amok. Right about now I’d welcome a garden abduction.
Asters take up a lot of garden real estate and don’t bloom for a very long time, but when they do, they are lovely. (I can admit that. I’m not a monster.)
Now off to read a book from the library . . .
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Friday Haiku
Rain makes green grasses,
lush suburban lawn.
Fungi invasion.
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Tracy Abell 