Dear
Marie . . .
Thank you for sharing the lovely autumn view
from your kitchen window . . .
such colours!
A question.
How can you tell it is the same frog in the picture
as the one you found in the bathroom?
I quite like frogs,
and this one is certainly a cute little fellow.
Of course he has his own little personality--
after all,
frogs are people too . . .
Ah
Buba,
I love your stumps and your mushrooms . . .
good earthy subjects.
And I love how you get closer and closer.
I can almost smell the sweet, dark soil.
Your own pictures of the little grotto
and the river,
dear
Isabella, are so very personal and peaceful.
In Buba's I can almost smell the earth . . .
in yours I can smell the water,
and I love the little grassy tuft in the first one.
Sky colours are incredible.
I too,
find solace in a candle's flame.
Blessings to you
and to all that you love,
and have loved . . .
your Sylvia is with you still . . .
always in your heart
with love . . .
sparrow