Sunday Afternoon


L.T. Garvin writes about her stragglers in a wonderful poem.  You can view her poem at  to read.  Leave a comment and/or give her a follow if you haven’t already.

These are my stragglers.  The last of my marigolds after they’ve turned brown and wilted.  Somehow they look very appealing to me in the snow.


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I think this is the part where you are to write something clever and witty about yourself. I’m solidly locked in middle age and content with myself. I love to travel to see and experience new things, new foods and new drink. I also like to cook and bake mainly because I like to eat. And I found out that I’m pretty good at both. I'm not a professional blogger nor do I want to be. I'll leave that to others while I'll kick back and post whatever suddenly pops into my brain. I'm more spontaneous anyway. And the rest we’ll just kinda sorta figure out as we go along. Feel free to leave comments or even just to say "Hello". Find me at: