Ohhh ....Sophia! Me remove comments ?? NOT!! I love hearing/reading what people think, even if it is negative. We grow, in some way, with every word another offers.
With you, of late, and the digital world challanges you have experienced...hahahaha, if your comment didn't appear then I'm sure it is somewhere in cyber land doing good.
I'm sorry about your beautiful flowers and garden. Hail seems to damage a lot when it hits plants, and the wind decides to rearrange things, but, knowing you, Sophia, you will make it beautiful again and just find a good veggie stand and keep cookin. It's who you are.
The weekend is going great, thank you!! Outside, the thunder rolls across the mountain, the lightning flashes, and the rain keeps illuding my yard. But, the electricity is still on .... I can cook (making spaghetti sauce from scratch with whole tomatoes cooking down) All is good and I'm smiling. Don't be bummed. Maybe it's time to put some new flowers out?
LY,
M
Quoting Sophia2048
How strange..I sent you my comment but is no there??? Did you remove or devilish people from cold country did it again. I'm always in the trouble.LOLO Anyways I wanna repeat...I LOVE IT. You posted this poem same day we had here a hail, wind 50 mil pro hour and heavy, heavy rain. Look like you was thinking about me!! lolo I love rain. The sound and the smell after. Have a great weekend. P.S. My veggie garden and flowers gone with the wind..hail was size a marbel balls. Lots of damage to my plants. I lost beautiful hibiscus plants and all colorful flowers too. Bummer. Ly S.
Quoting Sophia2048
How strange..I sent you my comment but is no there??? Did you remove or devilish people from cold country did it again. I'm always in the trouble.LOLO Anyways I wanna repeat...I LOVE IT. You posted this poem same day we had here a hail, wind 50 mil pro hour and heavy, heavy rain. Look like you was thinking about me!! lolo I love rain. The sound and the smell after. Have a great weekend. P.S. My veggie garden and flowers gone with the wind..hail was size a marbel balls. Lots of damage to my plants. I lost beautiful hibiscus plants and all colorful flowers too. Bummer. Ly S.
Ohhh ....Sophia! Me remove comments ?? NOT!! I love hearing/reading what people think, even if it is negative. We grow, in some way, with every word another offers.
With you, of late, and the digital world challanges you have experienced...hahahaha, if your comment didn't appear then I'm sure it is somewhere in cyber land doing good.
I'm sorry about your beautiful flowers and garden. Hail seems to damage a lot when it hits plants, and the wind decides to rearrange things, but, knowing you, Sophia, you will make it beautiful again and just find a good veggie stand and keep cookin. It's who you are.
The weekend is going great, thank you!! Outside, the thunder rolls across the mountain, the lightning flashes, and the rain keeps illuding my yard. But, the electricity is still on .... I can cook (making spaghetti sauce from scratch with whole tomatoes cooking down) All is good and I'm smiling. Don't be bummed. Maybe it's time to put some new flowers out?
Musings seem to find their way into my writing. This poem emerged from my watching the rain on the window and hoping it would subside so I could take my daily walk down my country road where I live. My walks are an enjoyment for me. After several hours of the soft rain, and checking the clouds through the window, it occured to me that I was the one limiting my own enjoyment. I always loved walking in the rain as a child when I lived in Germany. Then I thought of what a friend of mine in India told me, about the significance of their Monsoon season. It is a continuous down pour, sometimes floods, and in many ways inconvenient as compared to their dry season, but, it is the replenishing of their life line, the water supply. In India, the rain is welcomed with prayes of thanks, playing in the rain, and continuing their daily lives as part of it. We ask for answers to our questions. Sometimes the answers are all around us and we aren't listening to them because they aren't spoken to us, they are shown to us. I'm learning to listen with my eyes as well as my ears.
Thank you again ! M
Quoting Here_im
Love it..
Quoting Here_im
Love it..
Thank you!!
Musings seem to find their way into my writing. This poem emerged from my watching the rain on the window and hoping it would subside so I could take my daily walk down my country road where I live. My walks are an enjoyment for me. After several hours of the soft rain, and checking the clouds through the window, it occured to me that I was the one limiting my own enjoyment. I always loved walking in the rain as a child when I lived in Germany. Then I thought of what a friend of mine in India told me, about the significance of their Monsoon season. It is a continuous down pour, sometimes floods, and in many ways inconvenient as compared to their dry season, but, it is the replenishing of their life line, the water supply. In India, the rain is welcomed with prayes of thanks, playing in the rain, and continuing their daily lives as part of it. We ask for answers to our questions. Sometimes the answers are all around us and we aren't listening to them because they aren't spoken to us, they are shown to us. I'm learning to listen with my eyes as well as my ears.
