old woman April strewing flowers. perhaps it is my Great Gramother Shortsleeves up from the River Stix welcoming my flowerey, bowery magical sister to the land of joy.
thinking so much today of Carol and Mom and my 2 granmothers, my female ancestors today as I sit on my porch after work --woodpeckers, wrens, tufted titmouses(?) or titmice?, chickadees, and the resident adventurers, ruby throat hummingbird.. Thank heaven for my daughter, Mrs Curls, who painted my bench pink when I tried to in spite of my tiring and boring inability to be around paint!
Thank you Strawberry! you are the bomb!
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