. It is this time of the year, again. When hoping for one last stretch of summer is a little pathetic. There is no more ”leaving the windows open during the night” unless you want to wake up with blue lips. No more barefooted walks on the balcony. No more going out to the convenience…… Continue reading Pink!
. One flower suffices,To make you forget aboutWinter’s harsh frostbites…. . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a pink, firework-like flower… Sorry I don’t know what kind it is.
. And she so loved himMade a gown from his sweet warmthWore it every day. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on bright yellow lilies.
. I usually don’t write much when I post an After Eight Moment, because that’s the point of these posts… They are supposed to be mainly about the picture itself. But I decided to make an exception today. Because this is my blog, and you know what they say… My blog, my rules! Anyway, a…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
. Why so angry, Daisy? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Newly bloomed daisies, and one of them seems (or it might just be me) to have an unhappy face in its yellow center.
Well, it is official, we’re getting another summer… We just started our first heat wave of the season, and with a felt temperature of 40 C (about 104 F), you can’t imagine how glad I am, not to have to cook tonight. We’re ordering in tonight, watching the playoff game, and sweating our lives. 40…… Continue reading Kickin’ covers…
It is this time, Of year… Lilac is blooming Summer is near. I think about You. And all you are Going through. Angelic warrior, You’re not alone… What has happened Soon will be gone. My prayers are By your side… Let’s hope next year’s bloom Will see you rise, Again.
Yearning for summer Makes me so very aware Of any green sprout.
Oh come, soothing Spring! Paint your green Shades all around, A touch at a time Slowly covering up Winter’s dead bodies… We want you, We need you To believe again In the miracle Of Summer.
Yellow… The sunshine of My life. The warmth of Summer’s last Breath. Just enough To make me hang On, Until spring Springs back Again. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a yellow flower caught at Montréal’s Biodôme.