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
Carpe Diem #1155 Sumi-e, the Japanese Way of Painting (2)
Hari om
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhhhh, that morning sweep... YAMxx
Ha! Was thinking about painting and the water wash! Thanks for the visit! janice xx
DeleteSweeping pine needles or painting pines - this one works both ways!
ReplyDeleteNever thought of sweeping. We had pines along one side of our yard and enjoyed the aroma at times.
DeleteLovely, Janice. I could smell the pines.
ReplyDeleteMisty days can carry aromas so very well. And thank for your kind comment, Sara.
DeleteOne of your best, definitely
ReplyDeleteI sort of thought you might like it!
DeleteOne of your best, definitely
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