poplar
Carpe Diem #1006 Poplar
a garden dreamer
listens to the speech of the tree
heavenly whispers
© petra domina
© petra domina
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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
Oh my you have really outdone yourself...the tree whisperer:)
ReplyDeleteRocks and plants would tell me they did not like where I put them so would have to move to where they told me.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteYes, those rustling leaves are full of little tales!!! YAM xx
good morning, YAM
Deletewagging tongues full of sap!
janice xx
Wonderfully penned!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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