Sleeping until nine
the neighbors dog wakes me up.
Sunshine in my eyes.
1 day ago
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Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
- Kale for Sale
- "It's chicken feed," he said --- Local food and other fodder as I finally question things once overlooked or taken for granted.
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6 comments:
Ah, I love sleeping in 'til nine....
what a lovely Haiku, better a dog though that wakes you than a jackhammer
Theresa - Pure luxury.
Kel - Yeah, the dog is much friendlier even at his most vicious.
I remember sleeping til 9... that was B.K. (before kid). :)
Your poetry, writing, and photographs are bountiful in the summer time...it makes me smile...you're in tune with the rhythm of the seasons.
Thank you for your inspiration and beauty...always.
Donna - But look at what sweetness you get to wake up to!
Tamara - You are a poet.
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