Books & Other Passions
I like the implication in this. Clever image, too.
Lovely snapshot of a moment.
That is a gorgeous image. With Deb's contribution this week, I am no longer facing early autumn but turning back and reflecting on the wonders of childhood and the power of imagination.
very sweet, as spacedlaw says - a lovely snapshot
sun-baked pies..I loved making those. Long time ago....temporal
So sweet. I remember those days.
:Dlovely image. short & sweet.:)
oh, this one makes me smile,remembering, thanks susan.
Wonderful!
Love the innocence of this image. We should do more of this kind of thing as adults!
Hi Susan--For some reason, I can't see the image...but I'm imagining!Thanks for this visceral image. I still love to play in the mud...Beth
Your small poem carries a wallop!You have caught this one so special moment with your beautiful words.Lovely work.love-bd
from your words...oh, what a flood of emotion/memory from my children in their younger days & even my own childhood...
A perfect example of fleeting. My grandsons were only small about five minutes, it seems. Susan, please tell your guy I said thank you!
sun/mud-pies are surely fleeting! Nice work!
What a tactile poem. It took me back into childhood which has defintely fled from me.
I shall forever take seconds (and thirds) of sun-baked pies.Truly beautiful. "Chubby hands" just lends so much to the image I've conjured in my mind.
I adore this...
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I like the implication in this. Clever image, too.
Lovely snapshot of a moment.
That is a gorgeous image. With Deb's contribution this week, I am no longer facing early autumn but turning back and reflecting on the wonders of childhood and the power of imagination.
very sweet, as spacedlaw says - a lovely snapshot
sun-baked pies..
I loved making those. Long time ago....
temporal
So sweet. I remember those days.
:D
lovely image. short & sweet.:)
oh, this one makes me smile,
remembering, thanks susan.
Wonderful!
Love the innocence of this image. We should do more of this kind of thing as adults!
Hi Susan--
For some reason, I can't see the image...but I'm imagining!
Thanks for this visceral image. I still love to play in the mud...
Beth
Your small poem carries a wallop!
You have caught this one so special
moment with your beautiful words.
Lovely work.
love-bd
from your words...oh, what a flood of emotion/memory from my children in their younger days & even my own childhood...
A perfect example of fleeting. My grandsons were only small about five minutes, it seems.
Susan, please tell your guy I said thank you!
sun/mud-pies are surely fleeting! Nice work!
What a tactile poem. It took me back into childhood which has defintely fled from me.
I shall forever take seconds (and thirds) of sun-baked pies.
Truly beautiful. "Chubby hands" just lends so much to the image I've conjured in my mind.
I adore this...
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