Page Eighty-five
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…my friends and I.
the fairy well shiloh’s lookout
the split road the hill to the morning
solstice berries the tiny cones running moose
star mouse snowflake trees
butterfly flowers deer, deer, deer mishibogs
a million falling stars
the log bridge the guardian owl whippoorwill 
the toady pool the little singing stream
the sunset hill the hemlock nemeton
a million blue fireflies ninety-seven birthday bats
herons fairy flowers the sandpipers
wee black snakes those baby possums for spot
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(resin fairy at www.toscano.com by Evelyn Myers Hartley)
Babs said,
July 15, 2010 at 9:21 pm
We had our own toady pool. On a long hike with stunning vistas, the best part was a little toad in a mountain pond. Years later we still mention it and smile. These are the great moments of life, these small pleasures which are really not so small after all. They are treasures that we carry always.
braon said,
July 19, 2010 at 1:55 pm
Our toady pool is in a very humble acre or two of woods that nobody cares much about, where people leave old mattresses, etc. And yet there’s so much wonder in this woods that no one loved, as far as I could see, except me and my dogs.
Jingle said,
August 3, 2010 at 2:32 pm
lovely image,
what a fun read.
Happy Tuesday!
braon said,
August 3, 2010 at 9:52 pm
Thanks again, Jingle. I had three kittens in the 90′s that I used to call my jingle kids, because every time they walked and ran their rabies tags jingled on their collars.