I know I’ve been rather absent from my blog over the last week or so, and I apologise to everyone who’s comments I haven’t replied to. Unfortunately I seem to have fallen down the rabbit hole! I’ve read seven books of a series in a little over a…
weary bloom withers past beauty soon forgotten life yet lies ahead crone’s wisdom cradled within next generation’s promise
On ephemeral wings she flits, never settling for long: never long enough to catch her, never long enough to bind her back into the cocooned existence she’s fled.
light breezes caress swaying to silent music may I have this dance? may I have this dance? a murmur of sweet nothings advantage taken
The New Store Edith’s footsteps halted as she caught sight of the shop front with its jumbled array of items. How strange, she thought. She’d strolled down this road with her beau just last Sunday and was sure that no such establishment had been in existence then….
Air fills with movement Fleeting insects buzz, dart, dance A feast on the wing I had intended to share my monthly Changing Seasons post today but unfortunately I haven’t actually finished sorting through all of the photos I’ve taken. I’ve visited and photographed the meadow…
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder