i have estro and plan to share it with my kinders, and i hope you enjoy the babi leto, my fellow michigander, beginning right now.
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How witty are you at 4:40am?
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morning is my time and autumn is my season.
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Early morning is my time and autumn is my season
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dawn is my time and….
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Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. ~ Elizabeth Bowen
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ah…
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What ksbeth said..
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what mimi said (okay people let’s keep this going)
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And it’s rollin’
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Well, what “on thehomefrontandbeyond” said 🙂 Estro… Like the sound of the word.
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🙂
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It is during babi leto that my estro returns on the unseen wings of my loyly, my beloved muse, who hovers gently by my shoulder infusing me with new ideas and sending ripples of creativity on my un-inspired turkosima slate.
LOL …that was a stretch.
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Wow. Terrific improvisation.
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Old hag’s summer??? 🙂
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Figured that you would think that this was directed at you. Not! 🙂
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I’m with Carol – ‘old hag’s summer’? Really? Let’s definitely go with babi-leto! I’ve mixed emotions about the fading energy of summer and the invitation of introspection and transformation of autumn.
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Laughing. All that beauty and you and Carol hang on “old hag’s summer!” 🙂
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I am ready to embrace babi-leto..the last day or two indicate that it is near, really near and I love it. Oh, and what ksbeth, and mimi and onthehomefrontandbeyond said…
i have estro and plan to share it with my kinders, and i hope you enjoy the babi leto, my fellow michigander, beginning right now.
How witty are you at 4:40am?
morning is my time and autumn is my season.
Early morning is my time and autumn is my season
dawn is my time and….
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. ~ Elizabeth Bowen
ah…
What ksbeth said..
what mimi said (okay people let’s keep this going)
And it’s rollin’
Well, what “on thehomefrontandbeyond” said 🙂 Estro… Like the sound of the word.
🙂
It is during babi leto that my estro returns on the unseen wings of my loyly, my beloved muse, who hovers gently by my shoulder infusing me with new ideas and sending ripples of creativity on my un-inspired turkosima slate.
LOL …that was a stretch.
Wow. Terrific improvisation.
Old hag’s summer??? 🙂
Figured that you would think that this was directed at you. Not! 🙂
I’m with Carol – ‘old hag’s summer’? Really? Let’s definitely go with babi-leto! I’ve mixed emotions about the fading energy of summer and the invitation of introspection and transformation of autumn.
Laughing. All that beauty and you and Carol hang on “old hag’s summer!” 🙂
I am ready to embrace babi-leto..the last day or two indicate that it is near, really near and I love it. Oh, and what ksbeth, and mimi and onthehomefrontandbeyond said…
🙂 Yes, the conga line grows.
lovely post
Thanks Scott