Today is National Tell a Story Day! I have to admit, my storytelling skills run a bit shy, but, I happen to know some amazing storytellers. What a great way for people to embrace this moment and break out into song an adventure in storytelling. Read a story to your children, I don't care if they are adults and have children of their own... After I finish this post, I have a book that I have been wanting to read and tonights the night. The night is almost my own, and frankly, that doesn't happen very often.
I look at the loveliness of these flowers, knowing full well that they are an invasive species. Until I found that out, it was my very favortie flower. Now, I cannot make my elf love something that is ruining a part of the environment. There is a story in there somewhere. There is a story here. There is a story in every picture. Sometimes it is short and sweet, other times, it is between you and it to keep. Not all stories need be read aloud. Sometimes, those words only live with the voice in your head.
These are leaves, so full of color
They live on right outside my door, open it up
And there are the trees
My friend came over, her head was an ache
We need to change those leaves to be duller
They give me a headache
Every picture tells a story, but, not every story needs a picture.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Some days, it is not as easy to see,just how wonderful it really is. For me, I try to do my part. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare
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