Your Mesages - Theme for Day 9
Each season the garden smells different. The heavy emotions wait in every corner to pounce. The roses store up grief, daffodils hope. The honeysuckle is the only one to cling.
My response:
In summer there's the smell of rain before a storm, accented with roses, lavender and tingling electricity. The earth opens up to greet them as the first heavy raindrops fall.
IAVOM ~ "Sumer Is Icumen In"
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I picked the contents of my vase yesterday evening - the evening of the
summer solstice which turned out to be a most sultry one. In my holey vase
thi...
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