The mushrooms showed up after the rain.
Or should it be, “The toadstool showed up after the rain”?
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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.
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Once upon a time true lovers faced each other and got lost in themselves.
In 2018 the testament to the bond is the selfie post to Instagram or Facebook.
How is it that “Look at Us! Look at Us!“, has become necessary to validate the relationship?
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The ice is still very solid and so I went for a walk the other evening around sunset.
The promise of Spring was in the air.
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Many parts of the province of Ontario are spectacular in early July.
This scene was found near Erin.
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The Powassan Treasure Mill has a resident princess.
Elegantly dressed, she stands among her treasures and surveys her domain.
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