Though supposedly…

…I have now entered the ‘Winter of my years’, unlike this absent limb…

...I do not feel decrepit, rotting, or molded and falling apart.

…I do not feel decrepit, rotting, or molded and falling apart.

True, my life has been ‘pruned’, as harshly as this branch…

...yet I remain hopeful in being able to be part of another Spring, feeling much like these tender buds in brightest sunlight!

…yet I remain hopeful in being able to be part of another Spring, feeling much like these tender buds in brightest sunlight!

Tender Buds-Harsh Sun

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Thank you to all who follow this blog…you keep me going!

There is so much more beauty to be presented in this, my sixty-seventh year!

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