Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
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.
Ah, I love sleeping in 'til nine....
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely Haiku, better a dog though that wakes you than a jackhammer
ReplyDeleteTheresa - Pure luxury.
ReplyDeleteKel - Yeah, the dog is much friendlier even at his most vicious.
I remember sleeping til 9... that was B.K. (before kid). :)
ReplyDeleteYour poetry, writing, and photographs are bountiful in the summer time...it makes me smile...you're in tune with the rhythm of the seasons.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your inspiration and beauty...always.
Donna - But look at what sweetness you get to wake up to!
ReplyDeleteTamara - You are a poet.