Thanksgiving Poem
I confess my adoration of all you say and do,
and want to find a way to convey it here to you,
but ideal admiration cannot be sold or bought,
and sincere thanks is not delivered in a flowerpot.
And so I write this little poem, paltry in its length,
to show my gratitude for your kindness and your strength.
Prompt words today are thanks, confess, adoration, deliver, ideal and flowerpot.
Every day, there are three or more new blooms on this hibiscus plant next to my gazebo, so I have to keep photographing them! Every day a bit different angle of sunlight and lens.
For Cee’s FOTD
I am lying here in the hammock and can’t resist including the profiles of both of the new arrivals that I can see from here! Coco is as fond of lying in the hammock and looking at the flowers as I am. (She, by the way, is the other new arrival.)
For Cee’s FOTD
This looks like baby’s breath to me, although I don’t know how it crept into my garden.
For Cee’s FOTD
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