Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
Coming home tonightthe sun sunk, moon rose, cars sat.One egret flew south.
Going away, today,sunrise, moonset, fog crouching. One bright fish flips!
Oh wow! Beautiful. The photo and the haiku.
Risa - Fog crouching - I like that. I could that one bright fish flip. Thank you. Green Bean - It's so fun surprising you. Thank you.
Don't you just love the colours of chard...
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