tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199959806916580593.post6099913654149586391..comments2023-04-16T04:17:39.352-07:00Comments on the wednesday poem: elizabeth salperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428675035042067582noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199959806916580593.post-8315069294463478722009-10-08T08:55:51.631-07:002009-10-08T08:55:51.631-07:00bonnie,
hello! so great to hear from you at the l...bonnie,<br /><br />hello! so great to hear from you at the lake! and glad to hear you hopped on your bike and went for a ride! see you when you are back in the desert...<br /><br />elizabethelizabeth salperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18428675035042067582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199959806916580593.post-14216931047240335982009-10-07T10:00:40.610-07:002009-10-07T10:00:40.610-07:00Fantastic, Elizabeth! What a wonderful way to reac...Fantastic, Elizabeth! What a wonderful way to reach the masses with your passion.<br /><br />I needed this today. I'm still at the lake in Michigan. It's very cold and windy...white caps racing across the water...and nearly all of the summer folks have gone back to their city dwellings. Walcott reminded me that my day, THIS day, is the only thing I can be certain of. I think I'll go out and ride my bike and let the crisp fall air "grow upward".BGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08819384459075662664noreply@blogger.com