Summer, here at last.
Long days, sunlight,
Mosquito bites and beaver dams.
Maple creemees, flower gardens,
camping and swimming, under the summer sun.
Climbing trees, s'mores around the campfire,
walking dogs and singing songs.
Posted in response to the challenge Summertime.
winter's coming on fast-
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest-
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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