'In the wee small hours of the morning . . .'
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| All quiet on the western front (of Lake Harriet in Minneapolis, 6 blocks from house) |
I'm dressed to work out. I quietly close the door behind me so as not to wake anyone else up and walk to my car. It's light outside and I happen to look up. A delicious glow from the east is warming up the edges of the oak trees' leaves.
And I think to myself, Oh my, the light is perfect for a visit to the lake.
Exercising will have to wait. Beauty is in the forecast for the next hour.
Here's what I found . . .
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| A cluster of brushy softness |
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| Mellow grasses |
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| Curves |
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| Nature's version of fireworks |
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| What my hair must look like right now |
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| What could almost be called jewelry |
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| The color my mother loved most in roses |
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| So much like cotton candy, I almost wanted to eat it! |
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| "Good morning, dear" |
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| New openings |
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| Rise and shine! |
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| "Social" climbers |
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| Sweet heart |
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| Ready to open |
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| A wabi sabi rose |
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| The color of my best friend's room, when I was in first grade |
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| A blaze of summer |
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| Sweet, freckled beauty |
May delicious beauty be in your forecast this week!
Comments
DBST: I like that!
Rudee: Thank you SO much. You give me reason to keep on snapping and posting!
Suldog: You are SO right! It's quite meditative, and necessary!