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in someone else’s shoes
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #122, walking in, well, no, walking on someone else’s shoes. Father and son in this case.
Give me a hand… or a foot.
Gulls
My daughter and I walked the beach after breakfast this morning. The gulls were out in groups, awkward teens as well as adults. Small groups, too….
parenting 2
Right across the street from work, and I think this is the same family as in a previous post, parenting.
The geese are now teens, but the parents are still alert and keeping an eye on everything. This is a fairly busy road in our town and the geese are trimming the nursing home lawn. I hope the residents are enjoying watching them.
waves
For Wordless Wednesday.
greys
I took this Monday when I was walking into the church to chorus. The tree is so beautiful against the greys of the sky and church.
For the Daily Prompt: bury.
bud
For the Daily Prompt: pluck. I was thinking of the picture of the great horned owl, that she would not appreciate the word pluck. Would you pluck this bud or wait for it to open?
And a rose for my friend S and the people around him. Pluck is courage as well.
sleeping with one eye open
Here is the mom and ducklings behind the grasses in today’s earlier post. We were trying to get a photograph of a very noisy and elusive little wren, so stood in the same place for quite a while. Mom settled back down but kept an eye on us…..
For the Daily Prompt: relieved.
grasses
For Mundane Monday #114: local grasses.
screen door
For Thursday doors. This is one of the cabins that my family owns at Lake Matinenda. I don’t think anyone has stayed in it since my sister died in 2012. That summer my daughter and I went and tried to clean some. There were too many things that were out where the mice could get them. We bought plastic containers and crated things up. We took all the beer bottles in the boat to the car and 17 miles to town to recycle them. We took loads of mouse nested clothes and shoes to the dump. We took a guitar that belonged to my sister home to my niece.
We were too raw to make decisions, to take the clothes and wash them and give them to a charity. It is time to do that.
A door into memory and how much my daughter helped, with no complaint.
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