There was some
sheep talk
going on
at the fair
in
Union, Maine:
I was eavesdropping.
xx
Life and writing, serious and humorous, old and young, past and present: it's all part of the fabric.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
Perhaps a little research for your next book!
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, it's filtering into my brain . . .
DeleteThese are perfect photo pairs. I, too, love watching sheep at the fair (and touching their coats).
ReplyDeleteBonjour,
ReplyDeleteComme prévu, après mes longues semaines éloignées des blogs, me revoici parmi vous !
Je suis heureuse d'ouvrir aujourd'hui la page de votre dernière publication.
De très jolies photos attendrissantes...
Gros bisous
It reminds me my youth at the farm; I spent a lot of time talking with sheeps..
ReplyDeleteYou did? Do you have any photos of you at the farm?
DeleteLove these posts! Would you like to do an interview for my blog in the near future? I know how busy you are, but a few questions would be wonderful. We can do it by e-mail.
ReplyDeleteProbably can do. Go to my website (sharoncreech.com) to get contact info, ok? And thanks.
DeleteI hope you write a book based on what you heard when you eavesdropped. :-) These are charming photos, and they do suggest a story.
ReplyDeleteBig smiles here :)
ReplyDeletevery sweet
ReplyDeleteShe has the gift, doesn't she?
ReplyDeleteYes, you can sense it, right?
Delete