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The morning, chill and gray, turned me inward seeking warmth, some reassurance that winter is still a few months at bay. After the requisite morning walk, my pup settled on the deck for breakfast and bunny-watch, my eyes wandered beyond the railing to see three tall hydrangea blooms in full autumn blaze – every shade of deep purple, lavender, violet - the dark to light blues of an entire summer rising tall above the bush’s rough-edged green leaves marooning already in the cooling nights of just-October. As is my custom to keep fresh flowers on the table, I harvested these late season blues bringing all their hues of experience and hope to my view within, up close and reassuring. swb
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I am so glad I found your site, this was a very uplifting poem. I have seasonal depression, and need a pick me up sometimes…
Thanks for stopping by. So glad my words lifted your spirits today.
A familiar sight ❤
Yes, I guess it is!!! At least I’m consistent …
Beautifully descriptive
Thank you, Bonnie! Always fun to ‘see’ you here.
So good to hear your voice Sarah.
TY Rita. Hope you are well.