I must share the blue sky with you. Isn't it gorgeous?
The trees in my neighborhood grace the street.
The mountains say, "When are you coming up?" Three more weeks.
I guess we are bad rose growers, but the neighbors are extremely FINE rose growers.
Sometimes one of something is very poetic. Don't you think so? Sometimes a lot of something is poetic, too. Have you ever seen twenty horses running together? A whole field of sheep? A long line-up of fire trucks?
One robin = awe
I wish you could smell this pink beauty. Delicious.
This summer I will knit. Do you like my stripey sweater? I hope it fits. Other than continuing to spot toadstools and gnomes, I am going to knit and read/write poetry. I've been reading a good book about teaching poetry. Do you think YOU might indulge in a bit of poetry over the summer? It's a mighty good season to spot poems.
Art and poems go together, so let's make art, too.
Okay, now that's sorted. Sending LOVE to you, caring reader. (BIG HUG!)