I looked out the window to my backyard and noticed my Garden Angel had become liberated from the fence she hung upon.
To hell with it, she might have said, I just have to smell that lavender bush.
I totally empathize.
Fallen Angel
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Recovering Creative
I live on a tiny island on the Canadian west coast with about 300 of my neighbours. I am a Red Seal chef and certified baker (retired), an artist, an amateur photographer. I write, (unpublished so hesitate to call myself A Writer) sing, and can bang out some reasonable sounding chords on a guitar. And I grow a veggie garden. Older, wiser, and armed with insights and experience, I am on a conscience pursuit of reclaiming my creative life. I see it as a career change. Next level. View all posts by Recovering Creative
Thanks for the laugh!! Oh my gosh it was funny! We all need to get down to smell the lavender now and then! 😊😊😊
You’re welcome! Cheers 🙂
Well this was one of my favorite posts this week – so I am glad to have stumbled on it! Take care
Thanks~ 🙂