Garden Walk
Posted on September 4, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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The air is cool and apple crisp as I take an early morning walk through my garden. There is a hint of Autumn’s gold gleaming on the wings of birds as they soar through the turquoise sky.
The breeze rustles through the Mesquite tree, begging for falling leaves.
I meander taking stock; the roses need pruning and the herbs are running amok. It’s been a long, long hot summer.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Nice description of the breeze begging for leaves.
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Thank you frank. Appreciate your kind words.
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so pretty to see seasons first changing colours, a beautiful morning walk
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Yes, although here in AZ, it is slow coming! Thank you Gina.
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That is a nice description. Lovely write.
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Thank you Drew. So much to do in that garden of mine.
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My herbs have given up on me picking them, forming their own little community.
You had me at “The air is cool and apple crisp”. Even the words feel crunchy!
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Thank you Mish.
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oops…ignore “have formed”
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Will correct!
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Autumn has been on the minds of all the poets this Monday! Summer lingers in my world, and the leaves are still lush and green … at least for now. Your words “apple crisp” remind me of autumn trips to the apple barns, where there always displays of pumpkins and gourds. Thanks for kick-starting my memories!
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My pleasure- thank you for reading!
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A long hot summer it is. My garden needs pruning too. Enjoyed the walk with you.
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Thank you Grace.
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So beutifully expressed. Love the ‘Autumn’s gold gleaming”.
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Thank you so much.
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