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Why are our mums dried up and shriveled While the neighbors are still vivid and fluffy? Maybe the neighbors water theirs; and give them love. We expect ours to shrivel up and die and so they do. Green growing plants are like children. They thrive with food, water, vitamin D and love. They will meet our expectations the best they can Unless we do not have any in which case they have to make their own Children and mums, similar in many ways Both helpless on their own Yet they thrive with care

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/12/2018 8:31:00 AM
Powerful poem, Caren. Well penned.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/12/2018 8:33:00 AM
Thank you Line, this is why I always try to have the highest expectations possible.
Date: 11/11/2018 5:56:00 PM
G'day Caren … this verse of yours is so true. Modern society has certainly something to answer for - thank you Caren - Lindsay
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/11/2018 9:14:00 PM
Hahaha I guess we will all have to plead a bit guilty, as we are all a part of it, right Lindsay?
Date: 11/11/2018 4:48:00 PM
so true and so well said, caren!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/11/2018 9:14:00 PM
Thank You Ilene. I appreciate your support.
Date: 11/11/2018 3:41:00 PM
*Cringes slightly, looking out at a variety of dead plants...* Thought-provoking, and very true, my friend! ;)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/11/2018 9:15:00 PM
I cannot bring a plant into the house, the only plants that live inside around me are the determined vines that come in through the cracks of the window. They thrive!
Date: 11/11/2018 1:35:00 PM
I love the message here, Caren. Almost everything alive requires care!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/11/2018 2:34:00 PM
I know when I drive into the driveway sometimes the plants are all waving and gyrating a greeting to me, as I planted a bunch of the trees and bushes here. When I stop and get out of the car, all movement stops. I feel they are greeting me, as their nurturer.

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