
me & angel sitting on the porch…waiting…we wait always
i was thinking do I ever get tired of waiting for those that i love to realize how I feel…..
i never get tired actually of waiting for hearts that I love…it makes me stronger somehow ❤

me & angel sitting on the porch…waiting…we wait always
i was thinking do I ever get tired of waiting for those that i love to realize how I feel…..
i never get tired actually of waiting for hearts that I love…it makes me stronger somehow ❤

after nearly killing all the plants I bought when I bought this land….I decided I would
transplant wildflowers…I have a dear friend that is a master gardener and she said
“Mick you have native Hostas…from the hostas family but it flowers…”
my friend since jr. high Jeanna….after 25+ years she visited my dry land….and she said….
“Mick I love the transplant idea.”
So here they are! Jeanna Caroline!!!

~ღ~but this heart connections that ties my heart to yours,
it holds loosely, freely and completely…because sometimes this is all your heart can stand~ღ~

when the fence is low…water rising…fear is rising…i offer my rope…my hope
when the fence is low
i offer my rope…here
my hope…here

call me the breeze~I~breeze~~~kiss your cheek kiss your eyes embrace your face~call me the breeze

Angel loves bunnies. They live in the field and eat that clover right at the edge. I watch for them and make noise so they will run before Angel sees them. She loves to chase them. She stops of course because I trained her to but it’s so funny to watch her sniff the air to smell for them! I wonder what bunnies smell like?
P.S. Bling I thought you might enjoy this one!
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