Gentle woman indeed. Mother Earth grows that grass, and it does seem to be touching the sky and tickling that large outcropping. I think I've been to this place, or one like it. Beautiful.
It's Sepia Saturday again. Since my dear mother is recovering from shoulder replacement surgery, I thought I'd feature her image this week. This is little Betty with her dog Spot. She was born in a small town in Oregon, the third of four sisters. The Depression defined her childhood, though I don't know how much she knew or understood. Her high school years were spent in the shadow of World War Two. She went to college at a time when women sought an "MRS." degree. She had a lovely singing voice and often performed as the vocalist for weddings and funerals. I remember once when I was really little that she was on television in Indianapolis. She worked in the library at Butler University, putting Hubby through school, so to speak. She worked on and off through my childhood, when working mothers were somewhat odd and not at all normative. It wasn't a matter of personal choice as much as necessity, because her husband's ministerial salary couldn'...
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(and yes. i understand that you would be swept away in the most profound beauty of love...)
sadly the word "not" is only one syllable! the word completely, which i LOVE is just too big a mouthful for haiku.
Noelle
I want to walk down that sand track and see what's further down.
Peace.
All the best, Boonie
Lovely.
~Deb
Thank you also for the lovely haiku you left on my blog. Just wonderful.
beautiful!
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