Tag: beauty
A Fall Day
The flag blows as to say, “Look at me!”. The ever changing colors of the trees.
Chimes hang from the gutters with care, the tunes they are quite rare.
The brass bell swaying just a bit, awaiting my departure in the trees the birds sit.
The sky a vibrant blue, fluffy clouds stare back at you.
Mums, gourds, pumpkins and spice, all that makes everything nice.
Today a day for the books, a fall day as beautiful as it looks.
Jill L. Ware
The Whispering Oak
The oak stands tall and proud, the wind caressing her leaves.
She shades us from the afternoon sun, there are more, she is my favorite one.
She sees all that happens and watches with care, the view must me great from up there.
One a quiet day if you listen closely “I see you!” You can hear her say.
I whisper in return ” I see you too!”.
Mother’s 75th Birthday
Good Morning!
It is going to be a purrific day!
Things I do At The Winery
BTW this was a kid friendly event!
Rosella The Cat Getting A Life
Rosella was born without rear paws and has nubs instead. She had never been outside until recently. Any ideas on how to cover her nubs for when shes outside? They are very tender, baby socks did not work.
My Son Is A Rock Star
You can totally be a rock star at anything you set your mind to.
A Little Cabin Time
After my Rituxan drip I just needed a break. I never get enough time here.
The Lake
The breeze brushes across my face, Cooling with its strength and speed.
I think I’ve finally found my place, the lake having the serenity I need.
The wind slows as the sun appears, bringing with it the afternoon heat.
A frog somewhere behind me I hear, a day like this is hard to beat.
I watch the minnows from where I sit, swimming past without a care.
Mother finally comes into sight, mess with her babies I not dare.
The baskets hang as beautiful as can be, Blooms full with color of white and red.
The birds have yet to visit me, when they do they will be happy and fed.
The hammock hangs off in the distance, I wont use it without assistance you see.
Falling out I’m not taking the chance, There is a scardy cat in me.
As the ripples gently kiss the shore, the shore completely unaware.
I grab the pole with my favorite lure, For a while the lake with it I share.
Jill L. Ware
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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