I come down the stairs
Look out into my garden
And there I see it
A flower in fullest bloom
That yesterday was not there.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2021 01:07
- Category: Reflection
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Greatest thing about a garden with which you are very familiar Andy, as you watch plants change, evolve.
Short 'n sweet.
It surely is Dave, some of those weeds are beautiful.
Andy
I did that once too .. but woke to find my self in someone else's garden ..
I got thrown out of a bedroom window by her husband ..
a bloomin lovely little tanka squire 🙂
Oh Dear, fancy being caught.
Thank you Neville.
Andy
I wasn't caught Andy, I broke my wrist and collar bone .. on opposite sides I can larf about it now tho 🙂
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Just being there and noticing blooms gives them the attention each one deserves - -- - a lovely read Andy.
Thank you Fay.
Andy
Surprise! I'm finding new plants all the time GF. Green ones mostly
Hardly surprising SC.
Andy
A flower's bloom from love's influence. Excellent write Andy.
True AP, thank you.
Andy
I did the same, viewed from kitchen window....... a weed.
any weed is only a flower in the wrong place. LOL.
Andy
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