is it the end of one day ? or is it the beginning of another ? or is it just now ? and now do you need a flower ? it is your flower.

is it the end of one day ? or is it the beginning of another ? or is it just now ? and now do you need a flower ? it is your flower.
desist not sharing flowers. be like the dandelion and any time there is enough sun – even just a little bit – bloom ! dandelions will bloom in the winter when their little patch of green comes out of the snow. these are not the first dandelions of spring. so on this golden yellow flower day a picture of Sara’s dandelions and a golden seedling. share a flower. someone, somewhere needs a blessing. four images…
no – this is not about writing poetry. and for those of you with an unkind attitude to Bill Shakespeare’s favorite pun – you will just have to wait Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane. this is about posting in the midst of a food coma. a kind of double punctuation. one medically ( or gastronomically ) induced and the other almost imposed by literary restrictions. is it possible to accomplish without that deep drifting off that follows a too well enjoyed meal ? does consciousness fall away as easily as meat from the bone ? there is under these sad dire circumstances a flower with need to be shared. and perhaps, possibly, an individual or three that could be in need of such a seldom moment. two images…
is it okay to bringing in the grand parents ? or is that going to far ? i will not tell you how far some growers go back tracking parentage. heck i might even be guilty, so i will not say it too loud. this is a cross involving Asterisk x Walking the Pattern ( grand parents ) and left to right. then Irish Lullaby x the seedling from Asterisk and Walking the Pattern. again left to right. and finally two images of the resulting seedling from that cross… and if you get the chance share something with someone. something nice…
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