Tiny new leaves. Smaller than my fingertip. The new clusters look like green spring roses.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Tiny new leaves. Smaller than my fingertip. The new clusters look like green spring roses.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Each sperm will be a child, the result is stifling
my sympathy could be termed as trifling.
Porn outlawed, hands will be tied.
“But we didn’t think of this!” the people cry.
AI twisted to measure our lust
claiming to protect the weakest of us.
“But a sperm is only half!” It doesn’t matter,
the AI in charge is mad as a hatter.
If two cells together is deemed a child
than why not one? And the AI runs wild.
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I took the photograph yesterday. A sign of spring in the Pacific Northwest is that the moss turns green. And grows. And grows.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: trifling.
And for Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The photograph is taken by Rowan DeLuna and used with her permission. Thank you Rowan!
My son’s response: Very responsible to use the crosswalks.
Our local deer use the crosswalks often. I have seen does teaching fawns at corners. So are the deer teaching the otters too?
My first camellia opening, on the house side. I can see it through my desk window.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hands.
I’m switching the music: two sets of hands on fire. Chet Atkins comes on the fifth track, but don’t miss the fourth where Stanley Jordan is playing two guitars.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Hell is other people. Heaven too.
How much do you adjust for this person?
The one who is only available when I am damaged
a foul weather friend, unexpected,
busy with all the damaged around,
never time to play. This one hides much
and slips into denial like a familiar cloak.
I am sad. That one talks about others, ah, gossip
I hate it. This one has a blind spot I could
drive a truck through. I wonder why? I am curious.
I read that women are still expected to be responsible
for the house. They are praised or blamed if the home
appears perfect or a mess. I am clearing my main floor
to resemble this idea of what a house should look like
but reading that I wonder. Is it worth it? My decor
is packrat cat lady, though only two cats. No self respecting
burgler would come in as they would trip and fall,
over cats or stuff. Stuff on the stairs: I don’t care
and know that at 65 I will be counseled in my “free”
medicare wellness visit, that I’ve paid for through
all my working years, to make sure my house is uncluttered
reducing fall risk. Hell is other people and heaven too.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hell.
For Dan’s Thursday Doors.
Ooooo, so close!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Home to the Longette & Longette Lite
Intelligence that is not artificial: we are real.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Or not, depending on my mood
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Exploring the great outdoors one step at a time
Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
Books, reading and more ... with an Australian focus ... written on Ngunnawal Country
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Coast-to-coast US bike tour
Generative AI
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
imperfect pictures
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
En fotoblogg
Books by author Diana Coombes
NEW FLOWERY JOURNEYS
in search of a better us
Less Noise. More Meaning
Art from the Earth
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Taking the camera for a walk!!!
From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
1 Man and His Bloody Dog
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