Tag: Garapa
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Lone Leaf
Sometimes a “fallen feuille” is a timely reminder. A lone leaf brave in its sensuous strength and solitude. Pretty apart. The ache and isolation of individuality. The irresistible siren call of winter… Lone Leaf Once sylvan whisper,once breezy dancerfree, fallen, silent,so solitary,a long way from thecanopy’s embrace,damp and delicateon rain ambered deck. Thanks, Pam, for…
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Morning Dew
After weeks of rain, we’ve enjoyed two glorious August days. Summertime splendor all the more apparent for the contrast with two months of incessant drizzle-to-downpour conditions. Sunny. Bluebird skies. Hot. Light breeze. Lower humidity. And morning dew on the decks and lawn when I take Carley out in the morning and when I wander up…