Traveling along country roads for many miles. Early morn's sun blinding my eyes. Outside chill blocked by the internal warmth of the truck and swiftly the miles fly by my eyes.
azaleas in blossom
spring green leaves begin to show....
buzzards circle high
An occasional far spaced farm then homes become closer together indicating
a small rural town. The beauty of spring inspired by man surrounds each home.
Dogwoods in white and some pink adorn their yards. So much pride shown in the surroundings. Passing a country town church sign "Find Hope This Easter".
hope springs in spring
roadside wildflowers flourish....
farmers plant their crops
Grancy greybeard(fringetree) and snowball bush decorate some yards. Such
refreshing species to add interest to our drive. Then we came around our home and down to the creek. I was welcoming the swallows that flew around us as we drove through the grass stirring up bugs. So delighted that they are back. I love their aerial antics and they eat so many bugs. Such a nice ending to my day out.
Buttercup as an anemone, I see my bonbon
In the midst of a wharve spin,
Graciously thin languette,
Ecclesiastic, a true coquette,
Offered for a handful of sequin
On the 1000-thread linen, rests Evangeline!
Shine the uptown shrine with whispering vocal cords
As the frock is overcome with a slow descend,
Never mind the sallow ambience of
An ageing Jesuit mission, or thereof,
Words of prohibition annulled by disparlure:
Madame! – as they say, I don’t kiss-poor.
My appearance, utterance of faith,
Expected and grandiloquent,
Clasped the mortification with inflamed blood,
Yet budding desire, instantly prescribed,
Not to let it out of my sight.
But to greybeard wonderful torrents of luxury,
About to 5G live-stream this imperious rite
Will put a stop to any cavil,
A cue in hand to excite ’n’ appease the inner devil,
I abide the coming, Evangeline!
Cordial satisfaction, marvellous plantation of joy,
Memento mori, I must this very moment, I must die.
Have had this beard since nineteen-sixty-two
Shaved it off once, freaked me out, others too
The underneath face
Sure left a bad taste
So now I'm known as Mr. Greybeard to youse
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