Sad to say, but we may need a new name for 'freshwater' lakes and rivers. Weakwater? Foulwater? Trashwater? Ickwater? Muckwater? Sludgewater?
I'm definitely in that sowing phase. Workin' on the ol' operations. Funny to be thinking constantly in terms of systems and not working out my own until now! May we all coax that cornucopia into being.
INDEED, my friend! I do laugh at how systematized I am for clients’ crops, as it were, and how vast and unwieldy my own plot becomes behind my own back! Good job tending to the (cr)ops, Miles! I’m right there with you!
Loving our creative support system. "If you build it, they will come." Of course, we probably need to define 'they' just in case the universe wants to play any funny games.
Ohhhh yesssss yayyy Brittney— I’m imagining those sweet squash tendrils curling along under your vast southwestern sky. So glad you caught a sweet poem as a flew by!!
Sad to say, but we may need a new name for 'freshwater' lakes and rivers. Weakwater? Foulwater? Trashwater? Ickwater? Muckwater? Sludgewater?
I'm definitely in that sowing phase. Workin' on the ol' operations. Funny to be thinking constantly in terms of systems and not working out my own until now! May we all coax that cornucopia into being.
Im going with Foulwater!
INDEED, my friend! I do laugh at how systematized I am for clients’ crops, as it were, and how vast and unwieldy my own plot becomes behind my own back! Good job tending to the (cr)ops, Miles! I’m right there with you!
Loving our creative support system. "If you build it, they will come." Of course, we probably need to define 'they' just in case the universe wants to play any funny games.
Hahahaha Miles your capacity to crack me up in the comments is 🙏🏼💝🎁🥇🏆
Yes I am feeling all that The full summer yet it is ending, harvest and I planted a late garden, and within me too Well said artist friend!
🌞🌅 thinking of you in that glorious pacific sunshine, Denise.
“A new promise, some squash, and plenty of hope…” ❤️ As usual, got a sweet pantoum poem from the prompt! Thank you for the inquiry ✨
Ohhhh yesssss yayyy Brittney— I’m imagining those sweet squash tendrils curling along under your vast southwestern sky. So glad you caught a sweet poem as a flew by!!