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Hunt

The hunt is on ‘Til the bugs are gone. Npm19 Reflect curiosity and wonder — Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…

Garden

Garden Dried, crisp, brown; The garden withers Throughout winter. All through spring The garden revives; Moist, soft, green. Photo and poetry by Sheri 4.8.19 ————

Homes

Homes Away from my home, A grey day like this sad day; Robin shares her catch, A young grasshopper, no doubt; Her home awaits; I miss mine. 4.4.19