Ceaseless gone are the flowers gone are the seeds and still she blooms Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
This is why I wait until Spring to prune. I treasure the beauty and texture of these vestiges of summer. Thank you for your posts. They’ve become part of my mornings. LikeLike Reply
The poem is lovely and sums up my thoughts about the beauty of the dead of winter. Lovely. LikeLike Reply
So beautiful!
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A beautiful photo and poem to express the beauty of the winter season. Just lovely.
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I admire the simplicity in yours word and images, and still she blooms ….deep sigh
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This is why I wait until Spring to prune. I treasure the beauty and texture of these vestiges of summer. Thank you for your posts. They’ve become part of my mornings.
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I’m so glad. Thanks for commenting.
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The poem is lovely and sums up my thoughts about the beauty of the dead of winter. Lovely.
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So sweet. ❋
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lovely thought, lovely photo!
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Lovely shot and apt words…
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Beautiful! Nature is so persistent.
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an image of hope
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Beauty…
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Yes she does. Blessings, Natalie 😉
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yes. simplicity blooms.
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Fabulous capture! 🙂
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http://premprabodh.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/13-12-13/
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Beautifully captured & expressed the irony here. Great shot!
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bittersweet…
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Very, very nice.
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“And still she blooms.” I love this photo.
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yes girls,ever more beautiful!
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nice photo and words.
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leaf and twig…………..yes……so meaningful
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