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She Sleeps

8:20 a.m. Somebody’s still in her jammies.

My Morning Glories, from my mailbox planter. (Planted them only a few short weeks ago and they’re hella thriving.)

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6 responses

  1. Beautiful capture, B.! I wish the weather here was more for jammies here as well!

    September 8, 2024 at 1:52 pm

    • Thanks! It just got sooo cold this morning. I was barefooted out there this morning (like the freak that I am 😁) grabbing this shot- first day I can see my breath outside! So excited for the onset of winter. 😎

      September 8, 2024 at 6:05 pm

      • We are finally having some rain soon, I am really looking forward to that! Although exploring this Summer more artistically was amazing, I just can’t wait for the crispiness and sassy gloom of Autumn and to explore that! 🙂

        September 8, 2024 at 6:09 pm

      • Sassy gloom. 😂 I’m gonna steal that and write a song titled that, I swear. But I feel ya. 😉

        September 8, 2024 at 6:28 pm

      • Oh, big yes, and it is not stealing; any inspiration I have is yours as well ❤ It is revelatory, I think. As someone born in Spring, I was always questioned about Autumn being my favourite season. I realize now it is, among other things, probably also because I have no qualms with creating new things, again and again and despite ay factors; what I have issues with is letting go, accepting fading out, decay and gone-ness with humility and grace. I think Autumn invites and teaches that!

        September 9, 2024 at 4:20 am

      • I couldn’t agree more. 😉 I take it a step further, however, I love the death of autumn and the cold chill of winter. It took me 2 decades to figure out why! I’ve experienced so much hell and trauma in this lifetime, that the cold snow on my feet and standing in a blizzard with no coat makes me feel ALIVE. It cuts through the soul, no? I do love autumn too though. 😉 It was my favourite season for 35 years, and then, once I became 45, I fell in love with the bitter cold.

        “…accepting fading out, decay and gone-ness with humility and grace.” I wish I had the dance that you have with words! Such a fantastic writer you are. I’m more of a bulldozer. 😅 Love you, O. Hope your day’s a great one!

        September 11, 2024 at 10:12 am

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