Gumbo, I adore this, and my words are not empty like my belly this morning. They are full and warm like the Japanese tea pot. Steam rising to refresh the air that surrounds the flower buds in waiting. Creating fog on glass, ceramic, even steel cannot resist the warmth it brings while all wait in state...
This is LUSH. love it.
ReplyDeletelush is a great word, flutter
ReplyDeleteand yeah!
rising!
Gumbo, I adore this, and my words are not empty like my belly this morning. They are full and warm like the Japanese tea pot. Steam rising to refresh the air that surrounds the flower buds in waiting. Creating fog on glass, ceramic, even steel cannot resist the warmth it brings while all wait in state...
ReplyDeleteI hope I blossom Irish ; -)
ReplyDeleteYou bet your sweet bippy I will!
ReplyDeleteD'oh! I WILL, I WILL!
ReplyDeletei needed to read something lovely like this.
ReplyDeleteperfection.
'Tis already. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI will blossom every day in some small way.
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