I'm going off for the night;
but before I leave this site;
To all that's in harms way;
Be safe is what I pray;
I'm hoping not to read sorrow;
When I return to here tomorrow;
In spirit I'll be there with you;
until all this mess is through.
Fairy hugs and butterfly kisses.
Have a nice weekend.XX

When I was in my younger days;
I weighed a few pounds less;
I needn't hold my tummy in;
to wear a belted dress;
But now that I am older;
I set my body free;
There's comfort in elastic
Where once my waist would be;
Inventor of those high heeled shoes;
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now;
Where once I wore a seven;
And how about those pantyhose;
They're sized by weight you see;
So how come when I put them on;
The crotch is at the knee;
I need to wear these glasses;
As the print is much to small;
And it wasn't very long ago;
They used to say I'm tall;
And though my hair has turned to grey;
And my skin no longer fits;
On the inside, I'm the same old me;
It's the outside that's changed a bit.XX
Have a great weekend.XX

Rainbow Treasure
I have found the treasure
That lies at the Rainbow’s end;
Wealth beyond computing
Is mine to give or lend.
Opals of an April dawn,
Gold of a shimmering noon,
Amethysts of the sunset,
Pearls with the glow of the moon.
Would you like to share it?
There’s more than enough for all
In my Iris Garden
Against a grey stone wall.
-AGNES HAYES POST

Have a good one.XX

If my body was a car, I would be thinking of trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps, dents, scratches and my paint job is getting dull. My headlights are out of focus. My traction is not as graceful as it once was. My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach maximum speed. But the worst is...everytime I sneeze, cough, or sputter either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!
Hope your week is great and stay safe.XX

He Knows No Winter
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.
When looking out upon frost-silvered fields,
He visualizes autumn’s golden yields;
He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain
Precious moisture for his early grain;
He hears spring-heralds in the storm’s ‘ turmoil­
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil.
-SUDIE STUART HAGER

have a good one.XX

Everyone knows of the power of friends,
The terrific result, when everything blends.
When people have friends, they don’t stand alone;
Friends always help, when you face the unknown.
Friends give you courage to face problems untold,
So the love of a friend can help make you bold.
They can help you to live a much richer life,
So your every day living will be less filled with strife.
Thanks for being my friend! Stay safe.!!

The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.
It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.
My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.
Have a good week.XXX

"Autumn begins with a subtle change in the light, with skies
a deeper blue, and nights that become suddenly clear and
chilled. The season comes full with the first frost, the
disappearance of migrant birds, and the harvesting of
the season's last crops."
- Glenn Wolff and Jerry Dennis
have a great New Week.♥Stay Safe.!!

Love this quote. " A beautiful life is about spending your time passionately, being happy with who you are inside, and not worrying about everyone’s petty judgments. If you want to achieve greatness, stop asking for everyone’s approval. You don’t need anyone’s approval to be happy or to follow your heart."
Good night.Stay safe.!!

Once again here it's night :
The sun has gone out of sight;
The sandman is at the door;
And I can't play on anymore;
So this message to you I send;
Good night,God bless you,my friend.
Written by Patricia Carrick.
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