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blackarcher256 · 61-69, M
PoetryNEmotion · F
@blackarcher256 Do you mean the light purple or the dark almost black ones?
Very fragrant.
Was it a fort? I like that and reading too! Nice!
Very fragrant.
Was it a fort? I like that and reading too! Nice!
blackarcher256 · 61-69, M
@PoetryNEmotion The light ones. They were my mom’s favorite, they remind me of her, and are as beautiful as she was.
His garden was amazing. Like the true engineer he was, he’d planned it out so something was always blooming, and the was always a riot of colors.
Nope, not a fort. Just a platform where I could escape to read. I always had my nose in a book….still do whenever I have a chance.
His garden was amazing. Like the true engineer he was, he’d planned it out so something was always blooming, and the was always a riot of colors.
Nope, not a fort. Just a platform where I could escape to read. I always had my nose in a book….still do whenever I have a chance.
PoetryNEmotion · F
@blackarcher256 I have dark ones from my mom's farm. I cherish them so much. Nothing like moms to feel love...
Nice. That is a good garden.
I read as much as I can. At work mostly. I finished one book started on Saturday and finished on Sunday. A pleasure. We are similar in our love of books!
Nice. That is a good garden.
I read as much as I can. At work mostly. I finished one book started on Saturday and finished on Sunday. A pleasure. We are similar in our love of books!
blackarcher256 · 61-69, M
@PoetryNEmotion True…even though she’s been gone a long time I still feel her love for me, and sometimes….when I need it most…I feel her presence.
Dad was amazing….he could grow anything and he had the eye for beauty.
Nice! We are similar in our love of books. Mine was inherited from my dad. He grew up in the deep south. Blacks weren’t allowed to use the library. That made him desperate to read. He read every book he could get his hands on. Every room in our house had floor to ceiling book cases filled with books on every conceivable subject….religion, music, philosophy, poetry. As kids we were only allowed an hour a day of tv. But we could read. We were poor so books took me places I couldn’t go. Like, my dad I’ve had a life long love affair with books and knowledge.
Dad was amazing….he could grow anything and he had the eye for beauty.
Nice! We are similar in our love of books. Mine was inherited from my dad. He grew up in the deep south. Blacks weren’t allowed to use the library. That made him desperate to read. He read every book he could get his hands on. Every room in our house had floor to ceiling book cases filled with books on every conceivable subject….religion, music, philosophy, poetry. As kids we were only allowed an hour a day of tv. But we could read. We were poor so books took me places I couldn’t go. Like, my dad I’ve had a life long love affair with books and knowledge.