wind blows
and the summer grass blows, and
my nose blows too
Seasonal allergies sneeze my nose all summer long. Isn’t it pretty, not my nose, but the bottle brush grass. I don’t think it makes me sneeze. I do like the way it tickles my nose.
keeping it simple....reflecting on life with pictures and poems in the Japanese tradition of Zen
Seasonal allergies sneeze my nose all summer long. Isn’t it pretty, not my nose, but the bottle brush grass. I don’t think it makes me sneeze. I do like the way it tickles my nose.
High noon, a tea shop on the road side. What’s your pleasure—iced or hot, sun or shade? Inside in the shade two pretty women, chattering softly, brewing teas.