There is a time of day
Sometimes at the beginning of the day
Sometimes at the end of the day.
But always, always, no matter the ending or the beginning that special time is ephemeral, gradually perishing until only a memory.
( I really need to paint the house—sigh)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Wow!!
Is that a reflection of the sky in the window?
The last Pic!?
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Yes, I thought it was stunning. Thank you
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β₯
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No one (except you) would even notice the house paint with that beautiful reflection in the window.
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Oh, you are so kind. I can’t seem to find the time or the energy to get stuff like that done anymore. π¦
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Java Bean: “Hmm, it sounds like you might be talking about the times when we get breakfast and dinner …”
Lulu: “Of course she is. Those are the two most awesome times of day, every day.”
Charlee: “If only you got lunch like we cats do, then you would have three most awesome times of day.”
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BREAKFAST!!!!???!!!! I LOVE Breakfast. Boo Berry Betty
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Beautiful, beautiful–words and pictures. What a nice way to start my day. Thank you.
Katie
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Hugs and Love to you, Dear Katie!
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all … are gr8 photos ~ seems like every time of that day was wundurfull ~
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Thank you—thank you π
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Super photos Linda β¦!
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Thank you!!! You are nearing Spring now!!!
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Yes we are! π
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YAY
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