From The Slowdown, this poem is called Wedding Poem and it is the sort of joyous glance at the gentleness of the world we need today. Peace and love, be safe, be kind. Here's a goldfinch that kissed a sunflower long in my yard last year. The link above the poem is from the website of Renée Ater, I highly recommend it.
Verb: meanders a circuitous journey, especially an aimless one. Noun: (of a speaker or text) proceed aimlessly or with little purpose; (of a person) wander at random. Orgin late 16th century (as a noun): from Latin maeander, from Greek Maiandros, the name of a river. (A favorite -- A meander is one of a series of regular sinuous curves, bends, loops, turns, or windings in the channel of a river, stream, or other watercourse.)
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Tuesday, April 20, 2021
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The Fourth Test
It sounds impressive, but really it's just another test as I try to reactivate my blog. Let me know if it works. Did you get an email re...
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Tomorrow is our 39th wedding anniversary. We will be going to Springfield to the Illinois State Fair. I believe the this is the Butter Sculp...
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Jerry and I were at Living Room Coffee and Kitchen this morning in Maplewood, between an appointment and an errand. We’re on a search for “o...
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Well not a cruise as such we have no interest in cruises 🚢 Jerry had almost five years sea time while in the Navy and being at sea with 50...
