Meal at Curry House
No cooking, no dishes, void
Of being at home.
We went out to eat today for curry, my brother’s choice. There were all the benefits to eating out, but I really missed the homey feeling of preparing a special meal.
Now it’s cuddle time to read! The best part of the day.
November roses
Heed a sign of imbalance
A too warm autumn
Early morning light
Horses return to the barn
Buckets of fresh grain.
Then we carry on
Horses, dogs, cats need feeding
Life is close to home.
No matter which side you are on when it comes down to it what matters is in an arms reach. Our loved ones, friends and family.
Forever wish peace
Each molecule a human
See me as I am
Saddle up cowgirl
Hit the trail with wonder, awe
My steed carries me.
Sign on door says “closed”
Pool chairs held wet suits, laughter
Now gather fall leaves.
Fresh linen, bed made
Found love notes among the sheets
Pillow talk in ink.
I love writing in bed and just finished a handmade journal with cotton watercolor paper.
I listed it in my Etsy shop if you take a fancy.
Cheers,
Bev
At my side, cuddle
Tangle of black fur, pink nose
Sleeps with me all night.
There you are again
The first of September now
And so it begins.
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