Since mid-June, an undulation of spirited cowgirls, always aglow, on and on they shine like poppies left quietly to grow in a field lit of morning sun. Their spark never to eclipse, for they all fend for one another and … Continue reading
If only we could stop the month of August and let it linger on a bit longer. Its light, like steeping tea seeps into the western part of the nest. Dusk…that magical light, in this eve of August night, nimbly … Continue reading
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Figs Left alone. Forgotten, tiny and alone. Without my belongings without burdening histories, only the present under the drooping branches of figs. As I close my eyes, I can smell their sweet fragrance see their royal purple cloaks. I can … Continue reading
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I cannot get enough of that sweet sunshine and soon it will be time for her to retire way before bedtime. Even though she adores us with her brilliant rays most days of the year here in the American Riviera, … Continue reading
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