This did make me smile. "Our" chrysalis "hatched" today. That made me smile.
How carefree an afternoon bike ride can help me feel, after a burdensome day...
Seeing my son's very wrinkly toes after a long day of swimming made me smile just yesterday.
More cherry tomatoes ripened and ready for the picking!
Your mushroom. :-)
Your blog makes me smile. I so appreciate how you pay careful attention to small details, to the way light changes our perception, to carefully chosen words. Thank you for the daily inspiration!
LOVELY PHOTO, REMINDED ME OF THE POEM MY GIRLIE LOVED: THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by: Oliver Herford (1863-1935) NDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain to shelter himself. Under the toadstool, sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet Fearing to fly away lest he get wet. To the next shelter--maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile. Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two. Holding it over him, gaily he flew. Soon he was safe home, dry as could be. Soon woke the Dormouse--"Good gracious me! "Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented. --And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
I LOVE the mushroom's "jaunty" cap!!
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This did make me smile. "Our" chrysalis "hatched" today. That made me smile.
How carefree an afternoon bike ride can help me feel, after a burdensome day...
Seeing my son's very wrinkly toes after a long day of swimming made me smile just yesterday.
More cherry tomatoes ripened and ready for the picking!
Your mushroom. :-)
Your blog makes me smile. I so appreciate how you pay careful attention to small details, to the way light changes our perception, to carefully chosen words. Thank you for the daily inspiration!
LOVELY PHOTO, REMINDED ME OF THE POEM MY GIRLIE LOVED:
THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE
by: Oliver Herford (1863-1935)
NDER a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter--maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse--"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
--And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
I LOVE the mushroom's "jaunty" cap!!
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