I've been away from the briar patch for a while. When you leave a familiar location you start to miss certain sounds and visuals. For example, when I return home to Scotland I am always delighted to hear the sound of a moorland peweep, the smell of forestry, and the sight of familiar, reassuring landmarks.
Here I am back at AD and once more in the fairweather realm of linguistic charm.
Operatta? Not so sure that this particular comic associated noun fits the rich pastoral impression depicted.
Your heart for nature is a true one of love and joy. Your writings are always positive and laced with a beautiful lining. This is a pure joy to read.
Love,
Susan....and the photograph is awesome.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
~Butch Howard
This poem reminds me of the lightness and beauty
of the Mediterranean.
Cordially,
Axilea
well done...
John
Here I am back at AD and once more in the fairweather realm of linguistic charm.
Operatta? Not so sure that this particular comic associated noun fits the rich pastoral impression depicted.
Cheerie
Dai
Love Tinka
Love,
Susan....and the photograph is awesome.
You sow perfection my friend. That photo and your words compliment each other perfectly. Blessings Always, Paul.
Keep writing. This is a keeper.
God Bless,
Lew
Richard
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
Love,
Eileen
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