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swallows in springtime
building cozy nests in barns
next generation
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next generation
building savory small nests
soup delicacy
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soup delicacy
health, libido benefit
expensive, worth it
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safe travel dear one
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soul flies on butterfly wings
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Monarchs with Buddha
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Monarchs with Buddhas
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Nirvana now attainable
.
Holy spirits rejoice
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snows end: illusion
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green sprouts reach for warming sun
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along comes Ukko *
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Ukko is the name of the latest winter storm that greeted Maine
on the arrival of Springs first day
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remaining snow hides
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slowly melts warm days, cool nights
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slick black ice: danger !
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In My Mother’s Words
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As I sat here,
eating my frozen
Mrs. C’s chicken pot pie,
“fresh” from the microwave,
my mother’s words
came into my thoughts.
“Frozen food never tastes
as good as canned.”
Did fresh taste like frozen?
I don’t recall a lot of fresh
veggies, ‘cept occasional
corn on the cob.
Am I having a
mental pause?
.
Hmm.
That makes me think,
why did she like the bland
peas of Green Giant,
over cooked corn
of Libby Libby Libby.
She was a brand loyal cook
and baker…
sticking to her Betty Crocker,
Pillsbury and Green Giant
labels.
.
There must have been a time,
waaay way back that fresh
veggies tasted good to her.
She had a garden when
I was in grade school…
or was it my Father’s garden,
and she only ate the lettuce.
(I remember in Ashland,WI,
her getting upset because
rabbits raided the lettuce
before she picked it.)
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In Maine,
canning and freezing
is a way of life…
garden in summer,
preserve for the winter.
That extended to hunting
season,
with game,
and fishing in the summer
months,
tho, on the coast of Maine,
it is a way of life to eat what
is in season,
caught by the fishermen
and sold freshly caught.
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Food for thought.
“I never eat frozen vegetables
I prefer canned vegetables.“
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Camellia’s are not a flower I am familiar with…my memories
are of what people who live in the south have told me of their
love for the beautiful flowers, books and movies.
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My understanding is that the Camellia is a sentimental favorite
with many heart strings attached to them, like roses in other
climates.
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Camellia, seaside
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beauty beyond my belief
.
fond love memories
.
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Camellia in vase
.
one each day, refreshes soul
.
Camellia, hearts bud
.
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Camellia, mine white
.
reminding angels: rest here
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Camellia, his red
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.This photo was taken at days end, sitting on the screened porch of my employer
as we watched the wildlife finish eating before sunset. After they all left, a special
treat was left for the raccoon and 3 huge skunks with so much white fur they looked
iridescent in the dark.
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ducks, seagulls and crows
.
woodpeckers, chickadees all fed
.
wildlife is well fed
.
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wildlife is well fed
.
sit, watch, relax ‘til sun sets
.
serenity for all
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Moment of respite
sit, watch nature at its best
Lilies, Old Mill Pond
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Lilies Old Mil Pond
ducks and geese gather to sun
Natures step away
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Natures step away
relaxation in midst of all
middle of city
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pheasant feathers prized
Mother’s sister made requests
Father said “no way”
.
Father said “no way”
certain feathers needed soon
Aunt’s special chapeau
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Aunt’s special chapeau
beauty admired by women
Men enjoyed pheasant
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cherry stone clams feast
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special treat to remember
.
living in Japan
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living in Japan,
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playing “Go” confused me so
.
love Cherry stone clams
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