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“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. ” — George Eliot

Heart Poured Out

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Perceptions

Snow Crystals

Snow Crystals

noon hour
dismal
gray

reminds me
how I feel

no special reason
for feeling forlorn

light snowflakes
fall
flail
down the bare
earthen land

 mystifying

broken bare branches
strewn across the yard
an irritated wind
tweaked them off their limbs
like a manicure

a few days
before
glassy snow crystals
gleemed at me

I wanted to
gather them
and fill a basket

like a gold-digger
relishing
each find

“On Guard” by Drew Delaney Copywritten

You need eyes at the back of your head sometimes.
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It was to be the final splash. Mom said, “One more time.”

“You shouldn’t be near the deep end. Go back.” The lifeguard turned away not assuming the four-year-old would leap then and there. Daddy hastened in time to save his little girl from drowning today.

1946

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Photo’s of myself when I was a youngster are far and between. This is one taken either coming home from Church or leaving for Church. July 14th, 1946 I was born. It happened to fall on my maternal grandmother’s birthday, therefore as I grew, we did celebrate our birthdays together whenever possible. It was only eighteen miles to the lake where she lived, but the one vehicle we had was meant to use to go to work.

It is my goal to try and learn to post old photos to my blog for safe keeping. Many pictures have been lost in fires, and damp attics.

I think I was two here, but I might be wrong. We certainly didn’t live in prosperous times. The second world war ended the year I was conceived. So glad my mother didn’t abort me. When I look at this picture, I see a little girl I would like to pick up into my arms and give her a big hug like I do with my little granddaughters. To me she looks like she could use a hug.

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Picking Wildflowers

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The Pink Lady Slippers

They are not to be picked or dug out as they are becoming extinct. But let me tell you, this year they made a real come back. The ditches in our area were filled with them. I even saw yellow ones which seem to be even more rare. You should have seen me when my daughter pointed them out to me. I was like a buzzing bee, frisky and flying about from one bunch to another. What fun we had that day!

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The wild Tiger-Lily is out now. In some places you see an orange haze in amongst white daisies, and bluebells. Now I know why summer is my favourite time of year.

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Bluebells are simply gorgeous. Reason being probably is that I haven’t noticed so many ever before. I’m sure there were in different parts, but this year they are practically right in our own back yards.

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This is one of the greatest years for picking wildflowers. The ditches are filled and you can see fields of daisies.

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 Wild Lazy Susan’s

Wildflowers Painting

This painting found on Pinterest reminded me of us searching for wildflowers. We didn’t pick any yet, but I will do it one day this week before they all begin to die off in the hot temperatures. It was a very wet season, with flooding in some areas. Perhaps these wildflowers like the kind of early summer we had.