Day 394 Remembering Blue
in the childhood skies
A journey into the cloud…
in the childhood skies
a cold and windy April day
and all year too
oh I love lilacs!
thankful for the bounty
for napping deer
at Crescent Bay
in the jeep
this is one I’d be…
bites: thank a pollinator
with yucky plugged sink
the things we carry in the shadows
a memory…
a little line
a rock fairy’s good luck
out of the ordinary, a little confetti tells a story I don’t know