delicious returns
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Calliope watches puddles dance with a steady stream of drops. “… quenching the thirsty.”
Henny rests in an awareness that her field trip is held captive until the weather shifts.
Thalia delights in cardinals, chickadees, and finch darting betwixt cedar and feeder.
“It’s clear —” Nia counts four whitetails munching on fallen wild apples, “— that we’re falling into autumn.”
Only I change my life.
No one can do it for me.
~Carol Burnett
delicious returns
A note from Loveletterist:
Today the muses and I soar over an immense stockpile of creations that we've squirreled away over the last seven years. It feels so... gratifying! We have a keen awareness that these creations, combined with connection and support from you, have transitioned us into new ways of being and seeing.
Thank you!
Without you... I couldn't be me!
With the right tailoring, Henny would be dashing in a Gortex raincoat! Bunny and deer chasing could shorten its service life. 🤷🏽
A nice turn when Weather brings us a “new” day, not the one we planned, but sometimes an improvement over what we may have chosen previously.
Does Thalia possess a good pair of binoculars? I can just hear her oohs and aahs as she lands on details of the birds she’s watching. A perfect wet day enterprise.
Please tell Nia that this southern guy isn’t far behind with the arrival of fall. Can’t wait!
Oh happy day! If the rainfall slacks off a bit, mud boots and joy could provide the exclamation point. Okay, okay. Mud + Henny = Bath... 😔