“Look!” Thalia pointed at nature’s dewy drops dangling from the improvised plexiglass tabletop. “Mother Nature is using our pointillist design!” Calliope giggled. “Our pointillist design?” “Chicken? Egg? What does it matter? Looks marvelous, doesn’t it?”
Here’s to a beautiful day with Mother Earth, Father Sky, and Dad! 🌎🍓☁️🍓🌎
Sign: “DAD — a son’s first hero, a daughter’s first love” 💚
(More of an “awwww!” than a quip, but I’ve been waiting for a chance to use it.)
Please thank Nia for the prompt to connect/gather information in our own voices! My first impulse was to search for “the meaning” of the lyrics? Somebody else’s voice?
What are my thoughts? That a field with rows of strawberry plants, busting with berries, says all that needs to be said! I’ve shared this before about the newly emergent butterfly, testing its wings, and believing it is in Eternity. Strawberry Fields Forever, indeed!
What a fine day! It could not have been better if writist/typist/paintist had scripted it in advance. Wonderful!
As we age, we find that the simplicity of just enjoying a few hours outside with someone we love is all it takes. My dad and I have always enjoyed doing things outside. Now that he is 92 his activity has slowed, but when we take a few hours to go to a park that he enjoys his spirits lift even higher. The fresh air, the warmth of the sun, and watching the occasional boat go by. That brings him a lot of pleasure these days. We often take time for granted. Time is precious and short and it's too bad that so many of us don't realize that until we get older. Enjoy time with your loved ones because you never know how much time you left with them. Happy to hear that you are feeling good Gail. Much love.