I sent the post to my adult children and it has generated a long thread of fun soap opera memories. You are very welcome.

The leaves have fallen,
The wind dances with them now,
Slow twirls in crimson.

#dailyhaikuprompt fallen

So nice❤️!

Fragile beauty sleeps,
No damselfly till next year,
But we remember.

#haikuchallenge damselfly

The Young and the Restless 😉

Love this new series

I hear birds on the roof. I go out and scatter seed, open my arms to them. In my dreams my arms sprout feathers and I lift into the air. I think the birds are whispering together because they are also in my dreams, waiting for me to fly. I scratch my arms and a small feather falls.

#fromoneline 394

A Red Squirrel stands upright on the forest floor, tiny paws clasped neatly together as if waiting nervously to ask a question. Its wide eyes and hesitant posture give it an endearing, almost apologetic expression, as though feeling rather unsure about interrupting.

Red Squirrels always looking like they're about to politely interrupt

Seems the Narcissist-in-Chief is mad about the Time Mag cover neckgina pic so please don’t share it widely

Thank you for your attention to this matter

october night
the full moon a blossom
forgetting to wilt

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

I love seeing your nature posts☺️

Ink and watercolour sketches of finds from Derwentwater, UK - lichen, acorns, horse chestnut case, honey fungi, grey knight fungi, amethyst deceiver fungi, hen of the woods (maitake) fungi and bonnet fungi.

Fungi and other finds from a visit to the Great Wood near Keswick in the English Lake District last week - particularly exciting to find Hen-of-the-woods (Maitake) which I’ve never found before, it’s not common in the UK. Pen and watercolour sketches.
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#fungi #lichen #plants
#fungiFriends #art

In Memoriam

On that stormy night
a top branch broke off
on the biggest tree in my garden.

It's still up there.  Though its leaves
are withered black among the green
the living branches
won't let it fall.

Norman MacCaig

Image courtesy @pacificraft.bsky.socia

Devour Your Nice Things Burn the fancy candle. Wear the special-occasion dress. Pop the good bottle. Scribble hurry slowly on the first page of your leather-bound notebook. Gorge on your pearls, your cashmere, your silks. Use the high-end eyeshadow until the silver pan winks back. Baptize your wrists in Baccarat Rouge, a little extra for the collar. Devour your nice things— don't let the best go cold on your plate. The anticipation of living is empty calories and you were meant to be full. Elise M Powers

the stream pauses
on a stone
to think
#haiku #poetry

orb weaver
spinning between stems
catching frost

#dailyhaikuprompt stem

Always a favorite.

happy bday English writer/explorer Mary Kingsley, b1862
"The grim, grand African forests are like a great library, in which, so far, I can do little more than look at the pictures, although I am now busily learning the alphabet of their language, so that I may some day read what these pictures mean.

mingling in
yellow grass and crunching leaves
patient ticks

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #Senryu

Woodsy scene with yellowing leaves and tall maples. The sun is casting a glow from the west.

autumn hike
all around me
the future

#haiku #nature

Beautiful

abandoned garden
a transgression given grace
blooms again, renewed

#inkmine #haiku

Ooh…so true☹️

pest control
an ominous crunch
beneath your feet

#DailyHaikuPrompt (crunch) #haiku

Beautiful

The Visitor Each autumn night my visitor comes tucked between the soot-black of a crow’s glossed wing. My visitor talks in fir and ash, my visitor taught me how to sing. He brings me tales of war and woe, convenes in the hallways of princes and kings. My visitor is both steward and ship, my visitor tells me everything. He is a seer and a soldier, too; he speaks in the language of flight. My visitor chants to the deer and birds, from the ridges where his harsh voice hides. He tangles the brambles, the hedges, my hair; he does not leave my side. He comes down the chimney like a story to tell, he flickers like candle and light. He sleeps among white stars and moonsnore and frost, with the dusk underneath his skin. He twirls my words into poems and hymn, my breath is his sister and kin. He frightens the children and sailors alike, but I’m not afraid of his din. Even when I’m alone in the hush of myself, in my empty lap there’s the wind.

For #PromptCombo #Visitor ✨

for @hool415.bsky.social

Such interesting subjects you choose, love this

Watercolour painting of shells found on the beach at Redcar, northeast England; there is a modern oyster shell on the left, showing outside and inside, though it is very sea-worn. The remainder are fossils from the lower Jurassic period (c200mya) - Cardinia bivalves, a fragment of Ammonite and Gryphaea oysters.

Shells - ancient and modern - from the beach at Redcar. The modern oyster was considerably more battered than the 200 million year old ones. Watercolour painting.
#fossils #shells #art #nature
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Are two crows an attempted murder?

The great thing about October is no matter what you wear you are always going to be either a little chilly or a little too warm when outdoors