Delicious sweet watermelon.
A gift from the gods.
(And a friend,
and a farmer in North Carolina!)
Thanks to all, and
to sun and rain and earth,
and to seeds that are so willing to grow.
Enjoying the fruits of summer.
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When the wind is blowing the sand like this,
it can hurt!
The little dog at the end of the beach didn't want to walk on the beach that day,
and her human pal was kind and they soon left to find friendlier footing.
Some days are like that,
you just can't get to the thing that you most want to do.
Keep the faith,
and smile and love the moment that you are with.
Time will come around again and deliver your dreams,
like a clear blue sky after a heavy rain.
All will be well.
Villano Beach, St. Augustine, Florida.
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Almost full already,
when only yesterday you were a cheshire grin
on the other side of the sky.
You are running away with the summer.
Was it something that I said or did?
I am sorry, whatever it was, I am so sorry.
Please don't run anymore,
I can't keep up.
We'll talk, ok?
Let's talk.
You are beautiful still,
even if you keep surprising me.
Tomorrow,
I will know what to expect,
I think!
Almost full moon, St. Augustine Beach, a little earlier than expected.
If our self hatred is rooted in our vulnerability,
why?
Good question.
Something to do with our conditioning for sure.
"It's not ok to be vulnerable or to show that you are."
Wrong.
It is ok and even necessary.
Dig deep and don't let the hatred outscream the love,
the love that you inherently have for yourself,
even when you are vulnerable.
We were all babies after all,
and still need some tenderness in this world,
especially from ourselves.
Baby Robin, being extremely vulnerable, and broadcasting that to the neighborhood, "Squeek, squeek!"
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Almost lost my back scratcher the other day and was reminded of this post…
Recently a friend of mine was bemoaning the fact that there was no special someone
in her life who could scratch her back right where she needed it scratched.
I understood the desire and the longing and I didn't rush in (in my usual way) to scratch her back,
but for me, my bamboo back scratcher, with the little hand on the end,
is just wonderful and a tad more accurate than some dear someones!
No offense…
Stained glass window discovered in Welaka, Florida.
From the archives of LainesBlog, and used with Laine's permission.
"99 bottles of beer on the wall,
99 bottles of beer.
If one of those bottles should happen to fall,
98 bottles of beer on the wall."
Does anyone remember this song?
I was the girlscout in the back of the bus on those long trips,
who could sing it all the way to 1,
and start all over again.
Don't know exactly what that says about me,
but that was me as a young girl!
Lots of beer at the Rendezvous, in St. Augustine, Florida.
Gleanings From Living Long