come and share the table
no need to bring a thing
we will feast on green
Spring’s Bread
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
come and share the table
no need to bring a thing
we will feast on green
We just finished breakfast, looking out into the lush green of our yard, birds flitting back and forth. Just a good time to breathe and feel joy.
Savor every minute of the generosity of spring❣️
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Lovely!
thank Pamela
I will be the one
with bell-bottoms🤫
We are waiting for you 🌸❤️
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A fine invitation. And I think it was yesterday’s photograph that had the hoods on ferns (“hoodies”). I didn’t know ferns had hoods. Cool. Thanks for both day’s work (well, all your work)!
thanks so much CL. Happy May!
I will be there!💕
You place is saved 😘
Ah, to wander thusly beneath borrowed skies, where even the shadows seem baptized in wonder. Your travels are a sermon in sandals. God bless the shutter and the soul behind it. 🥄✨🕊️
Chuckster, thank you so much. That is so beautiful. I am touched. And buoyed.
This photo reminds me of those delicious days and picnics with family.
So glad to spark that sweet memory
🟢🟩🟢💚🟢🟩🟢
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