June 29, 2009
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Daisies
by Evaleen Stein
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
Okay....bowl of fresh peas.
ReplyDeleteWhen do we eat?
My beans are finally starting to climb up the trellis! Yeah. Go beans go! Go beans go!
ReplyDeleteNow why am I chanting that?? Yep I am nuts.
I like how you have so many blogs like me! I am finally getting into using my camera the right way, and hope to have great photos like yours!
ReplyDeleteWas never a big fan of peas, but now they have grown on me!
love your photos. can't pick a favorite. some are just obviously pleasing. i commented here on this one because many wouldn't photograph this yet it is really cool. sometimes thats how i test myself when i am out with others. how many photos did i shoot that no one else saw?
ReplyDeleteall the best, nikonsniper steve
those peas look DELICIOUS. i love fresh peas. i won't eat them any other way.
ReplyDeleteheaven... i want to eat your blog
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