Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
"welcome the day" that's a wonderful line to conclude your haiku with Janice. A haiku in which the fragility of the Morning Glory is caught ... and its beauty.
ReplyDeleteGreat praise, again, my master!
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ReplyDeleteA full picture! YAM xx
Those morning glories were in my old back yard. Morning and evenings give such great lighting for photos. Thanks for dropping by this blog. janice xx
DeleteWell, that one caught my eye! Beautiful moment Janice.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed, Hamish.
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DeleteWhat a nice vision to greet one in the morning ... beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYes, a stroll in my back yard in Missouri in the early morning could be very inspiring. Now the photos still give pleasure.
DeleteA peaceful feel, love the photo too.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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