Orange you thankful to be jiving with joy in a tub of squishy spheres rather than rearing red in a pit of aiguillettes poking for your tears? ; )

Where such rocky ruminations

Sieved through mind’s temporal trommel,

Waving adieu—each taut trouble,

Beach’s scape gave needed escape

As sea bells crashed their wistful chords—

Up-drumming lift to what was floored. ; )

Regarding the story of bun and pup,

Time turned tocks until they did each grow up,

So no longer does a yard’s carnation

Worry about pair’s bioturbation

As mixes, now, are a social ado—

Where peeps chirp twixt friends fancifully new. ; )

Then, a Canuck with a buck visiting my milieu

Offered a penny for some thoughts re window’s mew view.

I remarked it as curious in only one way,

So a loonie into my hand new friend did relay—

Affirming I was no loony of the mental box,

Which more often than not *is* littered with rubish rocks. ; )

Hubby accessed the manway in his attempt to impress as he addressed what needed to be assessed with his degree of smart.

Kiddos chalked up their buckets of charm all over the driveway after we returned with ice-cream-before-dinner from the food mart.

Mum around the house found every which way to give daily tasks her dose of generational experience in each head start.

But, while each of those dears is ever held dear, a family of near deer gifts a uniquely ‘endeering’ upsway to the heart. ; )