Rustic OJ

Today I sat under the Orange Bougainvillea and drank Orange juice. It was all very rustic. I like it that way.

Flower-Power

Spring is here, though the clouds came rolling in today.

I do hope the Power lines leave the planet before the flowers. Maybe then little bird you will go back to sitting in the tree.

Little Pig

I found you fallen to the side. You came home with me.

I didn't know you would bring your friends.

You

       

                    

You used to live here. We played in the sun that day. 

You left. I don't know where you live now.

Glory

  

     

The Morning Glory is seducing my garden chairs.

It's not so glorious.