In November sun, the pod splits.
Spent and broken, it sends
the secret life aloft
on silken wings.
I really enjoy your thoughts, Julie! Maybe someday soon I will have time comment more! (I am in the middle of painting our kitchen, breakfast room, and kitchen cabinets…just the cabinets are left to paint!). Oh, Michaels senior pics (on your other blog) are great!!!!! Wow…senior pictures!!!
love to you~
Hi, Ann! Thanks for your encouragement. Sounds like you’re a busy gal–are you nesting? 😉 Love to you all too!
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And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity
out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks
minding the miracle of the moment
Embracing grace in the mess of life
a serving of the sacred beautiful in the ordinary everyday