Author Archives: guavatart

Breakfast served with a cacophony of rooster and a soothing dove counterpoint.

Almost quitting time ~ from the office nextdoor the sound of laughter.

Sunday morning ~ the dappled sunlight seems holier.

Flood watch warning ~ we have yet to see a drop of rain.

All day long sitting on the edge of tears.

September ending ~ the storm cloud cradles a bit of rainbow.

On the road so many songs I sing half of each one.

Doves decorate the mahogany tree awaiting breakfast.

Waiting for the plumber I drape the hedge in cotton finery.

Evening walk the air has a hint of Christmas.