treasures we found…

 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

each other                                                                wanderlust

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 (resin fairy at www.toscano.com by Evelyn Myers Hartley)

 

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4 Comments

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. Jingle said,

    August 3, 2010 at 2:32 pm

    lovely image,
    what a fun read.
    Happy Tuesday!
    😉

  4. 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.


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