Beautiful, Teresa - no, breathtaking, these words and hopes that you will forgive the pun.
I like puns ... thank your for this response ... :)
"hail clouds over wheat field summer holds its breath"Finer words never written.WoW!
Wow, yourself! Thanks so much, Bill ... this means more than I can say ...
It's close to the season. I can feel the suspense and apprehension.We had a wonderful thinderstorm here night before last.
I stood in their yard almost forty years ago ... still remember those rounded clouds and realizing what they meant ...I think a thunderstorm would be lovely ... maybe tomorrow night ... I sleep best during them ...
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Beautiful, Teresa - no, breathtaking, these words and hopes that you will forgive the pun.
ReplyDeleteI like puns ... thank your for this response ... :)
Delete"hail clouds over wheat field
ReplyDeletesummer holds its breath"
Finer words never written.
WoW!
Wow, yourself! Thanks so much, Bill ... this means more than I can say ...
DeleteIt's close to the season. I can feel the suspense and apprehension.
ReplyDeleteWe had a wonderful thinderstorm here night before last.
I stood in their yard almost forty years ago ... still remember those rounded clouds and realizing what they meant ...
DeleteI think a thunderstorm would be lovely ... maybe tomorrow night ... I sleep best during them ...