vases with faces and pine cones for hats
books strewn here and there about painted houses and childhood ramblings and motorcycle journeys in the sun
coffee brewing and candles burning and fox calls in the dead of night
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vases with faces and pine cones for hats
books strewn here and there about painted houses and childhood ramblings and motorcycle journeys in the sun
coffee brewing and candles burning and fox calls in the dead of night
spanishwoods 
I love the poem and that’s a beautiful vase with a face and 60s style pinecone beehive hairdo.
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Thank you Tim. I love seeing your images of the owls. I soak those up, so good. 🙂
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The owls are fun.
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That’s a wonderful vase, your poem is so good. Have a great week, Sylvia! 😬😎
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Thank you John! You too 🙂
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A poem filled with bliss and accompanied by lovely images, Silvia. Lovely
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Thank you so much Dale, your words are always so kind.
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That is sweet to say. And you’re welcome
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Sweet little vase (egg cup?), it puts a smile upon one’s face. ❤
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It’s actually a pot for a plant (with a proper hole underneath for the water to seep out) and I intended on planting something like baby tears or a hanging succulent but I stuck a pine cone in it last year when I got it and it makes me happy every time I look at it. 🙂
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The original cone head? Fox calls and a fantasy fish. Charming and unusual. Thanks, Sylvia. –Curt
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Right! Thank you Curt. 🙂
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Lovely imagery.
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Thanks ever so much.
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I loved this post.
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Thank you so very much. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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