Hello, flower people! Look at the sky! The wind is blowing hard this morning and there is a nip in the air, but the flowers around me are glorious!
One rose! We have ONE rose.
The iris and the peonies are partnering.
And my neighbor has a poppy for you.
This cutie was trying to keep his bearings (or is this a her?) in the wind.
I knocked on the fairy door. She must be sleeping in her nutshell bed. She didn't answer.
I have to rush off to school, but this lazy guy seems to have ALL DAY to lounge upon toadstools.
I wish I could sit on a toadstool and read a book.
At least Joe Scarecrow is still on the job. He's eye balling the spotty ball, though. He'd like to give it a kick. Yes, his brain is always mulling things over.
I am happy to hear that you all are hearing the "woo" of poetry and you will join me in my summer of verse. The days are ticking away and very soon, I shall be staying home where the French toast smells good in the morning and the scent of cleaning solvents perfumes the air. Three day weekend for Americans. Woo hoo! Have a happy Friday, warm humans.