Already, we have poem-ed ourselves through a half of this year. Last Sunday in June, paint me Van Gogh yellow, for I have always loved and still do, Sunflowers. I bought a pack of seeds one time, followed the instructions and planted them. No response. My garden is sans Sunflowers. Note to self " i must try planting Sunflowers again. Sunday Question: What does your garden lack that you feel strongly it should have
Sundays are always special here at Lunch Break. Today is #90 in the series Sunday Lime How is your Sunday going email me post a COMMENT or leave a link to your blog at the linky below
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To sweep, clearing the path for a shimmering sun, is to paint the day begun. Ignoring dawn, ignoring bird songs. To boiling water, coffee dust, adds an instant aroma alluring to beginnings. Across the street, bagged garbage are black crows; like shadows at night heaped. Later, the trucks will swarm in, in a fury and a din for the Sunday pickup. Behind the wall, the park, empty, except for early morning sunrise.
Third June Sunday, a rainy one; preceding tomorrow’s Labour Day Holiday here. Labour Day celebrations in Trinidad and Tobago was declared an annual national holiday in 1973. Celebrated on June 19th
Happy Father's Day to visiting Fathers. Sundays are always special here at Lunch Break. Today is #89 in the series Sunday Lime How is your Sunday going email me post a COMMENT or leave a link to your blog at the linky below