Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Small Stone #23







Rabbit tracks
first of the season
Warren near?







"ellecee"







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9 comments:

  1. Amrit SinhaJanuary 23, 2013 at 2:13 PM

    Loved the 3rd line :-)

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    1. ElleceeJanuary 24, 2013 at 5:32 PM

      Thank you, GS,,I'd like to spy on a rabbit warren, without my dog of course :-)

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  2. Ben DittyJanuary 23, 2013 at 7:46 PM

    I didn't quite get the last line but I enjoyed the feelings of fresh snow and winter.

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    1. ElleceeJanuary 24, 2013 at 6:52 PM

      Thank you for your words, Ben. A warren is a burrow or a hole underground where rabbits make their nest. I would love to come across one.

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  3. Wabi SabiJanuary 23, 2013 at 11:28 PM

    Lovely stone.... and haiga too!!

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  4. JulesJanuary 24, 2013 at 12:35 PM

    ...Rabbits, could be hiding under my shed.

    The homecoming is for our Junior fire-fighter friend. I wonder if our local news will cover a caravan of volunteer firetrucks taking our friend home? While not injured in the line of duty, and in a coma for two months, and in intense rehab for two more months...home will be a very good place to be.

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    1. ElleceeJanuary 24, 2013 at 6:55 PM

      Thank you for your visit and explanation, Jules. I think some of these rabbits may be under my shed too, :-)

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    2. JulesJanuary 25, 2013 at 10:28 AM

      Well I have some corrections...Time though seems to like to play tricks on us when we are healing and in recovery (and hoping for the same for those we care about). Our friend was in a coma for two weeks, in intensive care for about a month, then in rehab for about two more. And the homecoming was on the 6 o'clock news and in the paper this morning.

      Thanks for your visit and lovely comments on my 'small moon stones' today.

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