The sun shines on my freesia
Gold on gold
Releases a heady
Thrilling invitation
To taste and feel
Its spicy sweet scent
He burns his way through clouds
Reaches my hands my face
My soul
For a warm touch
Ever so light
Ever so gentle
Soft as a newborn skin
Delicious
unbuttoned or undone 
Beautiful flowers
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Thank you Noel. They do look like liquid sunshine don’t they? And the scent is just impossible to describe.
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Liquid sunshine 🙂
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Glad that made you smile.. Just like chocolate, I never know what image is going to come out!
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Ici il pleut.
Comme toujours.
Tes mots sont tristes.
UnElephant a le mal du pays.
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Dimanche le ciel sera d’un bleu eclatant
Tu riras en le voyant
On attendra pour la pluie…
Au moins jusqu’a lundi!
Dimanche, vivement!
Le paradis t’attend
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Your words made me feel your Sun on my face, too. It’s also shining here, making it a perfect day for putting my motorcycle away for the winter.
rjb
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The Big Red (my name for the steel steed) is going in the barn hey? Did you get to ride it much this year? Pigtails thinks they are the coolest things ever, and still wants to ride.
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I rode very little this year. Maybe next year I’ll be more enthusiastic.
My first BMW I called Bummer, back when I was naming my vehicles. This one has no name, unless you consider “the bike” to be a name.-)
rjb
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Beautiful, Emm. I’m envious as most of our flowers are now gone…, killed by freezing temps and frost. Only a few very hardy roses remain, and they are starting to fade.
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Get a fire going Paul, start roasting chestnuts, sipping mulled wine and things will warm up!
I bought those freesias, but the picture of the elusive butterfly in the previous post was my garden a couple of days ago… That’s Medville, what can I say? We go into cardiac arrest when temperatures hit single digits. 🙂
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🙂
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