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 |    Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
   L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣  L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I L  V COMMENTS!On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara  passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links:  These pictures rotate.   Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
| Morning glories ...¯\_(ツ)_/¯... Moon flowers I'm taking my cue from bobturn today.  I love both morning glories and moon flowers. The weedy white morning glories of my childhood were impossible to get rid of but they suffered no umbrage. There they were, white innocence, facing every dawn. People did plant the blue and multi-colored ones but the weeds were more generous. Moon flowers were trickier where I grew up. The growing season was too short and too cold. But they bloomed every evening where I stayed in Costa Rica as a college student. Whether the day was rainy or sunny the night was fragrant in their white raiment. Here at WdC we are a motley mix of moods and moments. Some of us are morning mavens, others like me an evening cloak, many are night owls. We are naturally cheerful and naturally gloomy, but although some of us may write about monsters, and monsters that would frighten a monster, we are all human. And we live around the world in most every time zone. Someone is always on line reading, writing, editing, reviewing, posting. It's morning or evening somewhere regardless of when we connect. Many times as a child I got up too late to catch the morning glories in bloom. I still miss them. But here, someone is always sharing their cheerfulness. And somewhere someone else is gathering the fragrance of moon flowers and sharing it with us. Peace, Kåre 9.juni.2019 102.578 |
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