Such sights as we did see!]
Breeze in the Trees
Bundles of sun and a bit of a wind.
Whist -- whee! -- breeze in the leaves!
The trees wave their branches this way and that
to show how happy they are.
Lolilla
The temptress in her stroller slips me a glance from the side of her eye
as her father, huffing,
wheels her up the hill.
She’s observing; she’s learning.
Be a quick study, that one.
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