As dry leaves drift down off the trees and skitter across the path ahead of me, I admire the new growth beside me.
As I noted a few years ago, the mixed-up seasonal signals in Phoenix abound, but I’ve learned to live with it.
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How to Avoid Mixing Your Metaphors
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After all, you can’t make an omelette
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Lovely selection joined thematically. I particularly like the green growth photo with its range of focus.
Judith – Thanks! I *sometimes* remember to play with depth of field and background images. . . 🙂
People who live in Ottawa won’t want to hear this, but we have buds on our roses. With, dammit, snow on the ground.
Jim T
Jim – No one else in Canada wants to hear it, except maybe the winter-challenged Left Coasters. But I’m happy for you. Really.
Jim
Is that a special variety of rose? Snow rose?
Should be a poem in there somewhere.
Tom
Tom – I concur. Over to you, Jim. 🙂
Grow, grow, thou winter rose,
Thou art not so morose
As winter’s bitter snows;
Thy thorns are not so vicious,
As freezing rain is viscous,
and never meretricious.
Jim – Ah, one of the site’s poet laureates speaks. Thanks!
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