the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
Faux Mock
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the mock orange
mocks again in winter
this time blossoms of snow
I loved it Catherine, it made me chuckle and humbly smile and then I don’t know what happened. I hope that you’re OK. Thank you for your image today it is as if the bare tree outside is decorated in shimmery white little balls. It loooked like a winter wonterland But then the words switched around and turned on me I don’t know what happened, but I’ve an ever deepening intimate adoration for that color and I just get tickled trilly by the jet black Faux mo hocks on terns along with their tangerine beaks. “Exhort” i’ve been learning new words through m y writing § pleasant adventures. I call them ‘mysticks’ now-feels better- TY dear, Catherine i wish you a wonderful Wednesday.
Beautiful. I took photos of lemon blossoms in my yard yesterday. I prefer yours. I’ve never heard of a mock orange though, growing up in a colder climate than here, I’ve probably seen them.
Oh! Lemon Blossoms! I grew up in California, walked to school through the orange groves. Here in the Northeast “Mock Orange” is a lovely substitute for that sweet smell. But it never attempts fruit.
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Perfect. The mock orange blossoming with snow. You are lovely ….
thank so much Susan
I have found that this is not as easy as you make it seem 🙂
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