Category: #trees
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Downtrodden… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 650
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Downtrodden My memory is hit-and-miss It flies in and out like many broken twigs on the forest floor As I sit beneath a willow tree I wonder where the divine is, in the pattern of my life I think He gave me the leftovers and then washed His hands I feel the blood of my…
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Six Baby Leaves for Saturday…
As usual, thanks to Jim for the idea of #Six on Saturday… This acer is my oldest bonsai, and always makes my heart sing when these scarlet buds appear… Another acer, this one came to me with very dark leaves, but every year they get lighter. It has been in the wars, and nearly died,…
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A Surprise Six on Saturday…
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I didn’t think anything was stirring in the jungle yet, but something made me wander outside for a look. It was raining, that slow, drenching rain and visibility was poor. That iris is a wonderful purple, but the camera disagreed. While I was browsing, I noticed that some of the bonsai were awake, tiny buds…
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#Silent Sunday: Twisting, or Bending?
So many times, this week, I have been approaching my desk grudgingly, forcing a degree of false enthusiasm that will hopefully carry me through the day. After such an inspiring week, I didn’t welcome the disappointment. The idea, of course, is that faking it will encourage the real thing, just as it has done so…
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The Best of All Gifts…
A quick visit to GunWharf Quays in Portsmouth! The shops were crowded, but the decorations were wonderful!
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Time for a Walk…
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After that glorious sunrise yesterday, I felt the urge to go for a walk. I needed to walk away from the office and breathe some fresh, although somewhat chilly air. Number one son had some errands to run, so I tagged along, secretly hoping there would be a hot chocolate with my name on it.…
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I Spy, with my Little Eye…
Sometimes, when sitting at my computer, I often look out of my window. Hard not to really, as it is right there beside me. I can’t see much, just a scrap of sky and a couple of my bonsai. I do some of my best thinking staring out of this window. Sometimes, however, there are…