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Finger Gloves

Yesterday my sis and I took a 30 minute walk. Once again we came across trumpet flowers that flourished in my mom’s parents backyard. Solace and memories of familiarity. Mom is surely with us. 

FINGER GLOVES

sisters walking alongside yesteryear 
bittersweet trumpet creeper
finger gloves foster mirth

7/13/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Ligon Avatar
July 16, 2021 at 9:09 AM
So much fun! I remember doing that with fox gloves, and I haven't thought about that in a long time.
Krutsinger Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 11:33 PM
I am glad there is mirth Kim. So glad!
Rodrigues Avatar
July 14, 2021 at 4:48 AM
Thank you :)
Wolf Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 5:31 PM
Memory's power -- trumpets flower. Lovely, Kim. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 7:55 PM
Thank you, Gershon!
Hankins Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 8:54 AM
Exceptionally delightful, Kim. A combination of sharing time with your sister and the memories invoked. Well done!
Rodrigues Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 7:55 PM
Thank you, Milton!
Buhagiar Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 7:25 AM
Delightful kimo, Kim. The trumpet flowers are so lovely. Hugs
Rodrigues Avatar
July 13, 2021 at 7:51 AM
Thank you, Victor! :)
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