The Sound Of Spring Posted on April 17, 2017April 17, 2017 by Harlon Daffodil, sounds more like a duck than a female deer. It’s a ray, a drop of golden sun, and yes me, is a name I am proud to call myself and far is not such a long way to go. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Medium (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Nice. I had been wanting to post how the hills are alive with the sound of bees and hummingbirds, but we had been just too busy smelling the flowers, drinking tea with jam and birds, and plucking jumping chollas out of our skin. 🙂 LikeLiked by 3 people Reply
Far is not such a long way to go when we take one step at a time. Or even one waddle at a time. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.
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Neat
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Nice. I had been wanting to post how the hills are alive with the sound of bees and hummingbirds, but we had been just too busy smelling the flowers, drinking tea with jam and birds, and plucking jumping chollas out of our skin. 🙂
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“Narcisse”, in french… A taste of mirror… 🙂
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Far is not such a long way to go when we take one step at a time. Or even one waddle at a time.
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🙂
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clever word play. Happy duck hunting… 🙂
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I was feeling a bit daffy when I posted this 🙂
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LOL
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