Slowly finding my footing again after what feels like a lost week. Our house has been buzzing with well wishers and workmen. New counters are in, as well as new light fixtures. Pictures are hung. Furniture arrives in trickles – a side effect of COVID. I am grateful for all of it.
The meeting was both exciting and a letdown. Exciting because it was my first attempt at a social event in over three years, having been bed bound all that time. A letdown as soon as the participants talked about early morning walks as the best way to spot birds. Mornings were still tough for me, […]
…especially when you dwell in Northern climes. Now, down south, green is all the rage: (A male mallard in a local ditch, and green jays taken along the Rio Valley in Texas. For Bird Weekly challenge.)
Every time I hear a loon, I feel privileged. Definitely moments to cherish.
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You put freshness into my morning V.J.
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So beautiful V.J.!
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That is a fabulous gift to us.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure VJ
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Beautiful! Transports one to another world.
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Prompted by you! Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
On the Lake ….. by VJ Knutson
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To hear a loon is lovely, as well as your poem, V.J.
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Thanks Eugenia!
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You’re welcome. V.J.
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