The southerly breeze in my face
smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms,
tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst
riotous green –
weeds to some, beauty to me.
Morning Meditation: Morning Walk
The southerly breeze in my face
smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms,
tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst
riotous green –
weeds to some, beauty to me.
I miss living on the Gulf Coast of Alabama… one day Denise and I will retire there… thank you for the pause to simply be ❤️❤️
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Ohh, weeds to some? :o For real? Like fig trees over here?
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