Well, I left home yesterday but I’m getting hungry.
The kids left the nest today and Mom is at loose ends.
Orange by the roadside.
The mushrooms showed up after the rain.
Or should it be, “The toadstool showed up after the rain”?
Every year the daisies bloom, beautifully and perfectly formed, pristine in their perfection.
Then the inevitable wear and tear of life takes its toll, deterioration sets in and eventually they morph into a new beauty.
The promise of next year is present.
One will have to wait for then.