the blue muse

Two years ago, I had more poppies in my garden than I could count. This year just a few, and I miss their happy, nodding heads.

Growing up, I lived in a house that had no garden, through we had a lovely yard to play in with lots of green grass and shade from loads of black walnut trees, and a swing set that was well-loved by us four children. The only flowers we grew were orange poppies, down a strip on the side of the house where no one ever went, really, as it was just a little two-foot wide-stretch bordering the neighbor’s property.

And I don’t even know why I thought of that today except that the sun is shining and poppies are blooming and birds are singing.

And now I have the sudden urge to find a swing and touch my toes to the sky.

And I’m smiling.

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Wishing you a Wednesday filled with smiles.

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