In the hanging basket:
skeletal memories of
last summer’s blossoms.
Cool. Reminds me of a CAKE song.
You’ll have to post a link. I don’t know Cake. Except the bakery kind.
Calcified flowers would tell a fascinating story.
gee Mrs. Bird, clean the closet are we….
Nah, just noticing stuff in the yard!
Cleaning the yard?
I just give enthusiastic praise to hubby’s efforts, while I am busying typing up the latest grad school assignment or making notes in the margins of the latest readings…
You’ve gotto love those small pressious works of the hubby!
Kiss the women make them cry.
It was always my goal to avoid boys who would make me cry!
awe, shocks Mrs. Bird….
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Shawn Bird is a high school English teacher, poet, and YA author in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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