Originally posted on Serendipity – Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth: FOTD – March 7 –?Crocus Finally, the crocus are up. There are eleven, all purple. They are not in the garden. Instead, they moved and are now in front of the stone retaining wall. They look wonderful there. Those big granite stones are a perfect…

Originally posted on Rambling in the Garden: With a Chinese water buffalo and blooms of Japanese apricot Prunus mume ‘Beni Chidori’ I have had to make do with the more generic ”Oriental’ title, rather banal by the standards I set myself, but it will have to do. I am not sure what I have in…

Originally posted on Stine Writing: Join in here: https://amanpan.blog/2023/02/28/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-132-2-28-2023-uncompromising/ The night sky explodesNatures amazing colorsEnjoy silent nights ©2023 CBialczak

Originally posted on BooknVolume: Shaken to my very Core, I stand and Consider, Haplessly; Into the night I follow, Willing, Regretting much upon the Morn. Villains’ rhetoric Steals my Virtue, Challenging what I would Willingly say, Glass like, Fragile Hope does shatter, Where once it Stood, In situ. Chasms dark and Deep, foreboding, Stretch into…

Originally posted on Serendipity – Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth: FOTD – March 7 –?Crocus Finally, the crocus are up. There are eleven, all purple. They are not in the garden. Instead, they moved and are now in front of the stone retaining wall. They look wonderful there. Those big granite stones are a perfect…

Originally posted on Rambling in the Garden: With a Chinese water buffalo and blooms of Japanese apricot Prunus mume ‘Beni Chidori’ I have had to make do with the more generic ”Oriental’ title, rather banal by the standards I set myself, but it will have to do. I am not sure what I have in…

Originally posted on Stine Writing: Join in here: https://amanpan.blog/2023/02/28/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-132-2-28-2023-uncompromising/ The night sky explodesNatures amazing colorsEnjoy silent nights ©2023 CBialczak

Originally posted on BooknVolume: Shaken to my very Core, I stand and Consider, Haplessly; Into the night I follow, Willing, Regretting much upon the Morn. Villains’ rhetoric Steals my Virtue, Challenging what I would Willingly say, Glass like, Fragile Hope does shatter, Where once it Stood, In situ. Chasms dark and Deep, foreboding, Stretch into…