Gossips

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These are the colors
that flood the ears with whispers
and rumors of rain



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  1. shoreacresOctober 12, 2014 at 9:56 PM

    Beautiful, Emily. Are those dahlias, in the second photo? I'm just learning to identify them. If we have them here, I don't remember seeing them. I think it's too hot.

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    1. Emily BrisseOctober 20, 2014 at 10:40 AM

      Yes! Although I'm only saying that confidently because Richard below identified them as such, also. I have all these intentions of being an amateur naturalist, but I have the hardest time remembering names for some reason. I hope to remedy that in the future, perhaps with the boy (right now we are in an animal phase; I had completely forgotten about the narwhal...).

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  2. Teresa EvangelineOctober 13, 2014 at 5:18 AM

    Yes, beautiful. :)

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  3. Minnesota Prairie RootsOctober 13, 2014 at 8:28 AM

    Lovely words and images.

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    1. Emily BrisseOctober 20, 2014 at 10:41 AM

      The colors are especially beautiful this time of year, aren't they?

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  4. UnknownOctober 13, 2014 at 9:59 AM

    What a beautiful post!

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    1. Emily BrisseOctober 20, 2014 at 10:41 AM

      Thanks, Kathleen (and I like your new photo, too!).

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  5. Walk With Father NatureOctober 16, 2014 at 3:58 PM

    Emily:

    I like your Haiku, and the grapes, and the zinnias, and dahlias, and you. ~ Richard ~

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  6. WildBillOctober 17, 2014 at 3:40 PM

    Especially simple, nice, elegant.

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    1. Emily BrisseOctober 20, 2014 at 10:42 AM

      Thanks, Bill. I have every intention of getting to your posted videos soon! :)

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