A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
You and me both dear Beverly. Love the direction you went with the image, and always happy to see you at the Muse.
Laughing out loud! Happy weekend, Bev.
Love this :) Just laughing (the dogs are sure I've lost it).
But old, I am too old to climb the tree. Guess I'll dig me a hole. ..
Laughing and loving this.
You are not alone, lol!
😊 i suppose a pandemic can also hush a roarHappy you dropped by my sumie Sunday todayMuch💝love
Well at least you are not out of your tree:)
Smile! Better up it than out of it!
For as long as tree climbing is possible, the edge remains--RAWR!!!
This is wonderful Bev!
LOL! Maybe you at least have a view from up there?
This made me smile. My roar is muted, too. We get tired. Smiles.
My roar has turned to a rasp. Great poem, Bev!