Saturday, July 12, 2008
Front Porch Musings
The clouds form a stiff upper lip, black lipstick along the edges, accenting dominance against the blue. I water the flowers anyway, in case the threat passes without a kiss. Can green get any greener? Foilage rich and deep. If happiness had a color, this morning it is lush. Everything is so alive...
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