tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post1887726626046183164..comments2024-01-27T10:30:40.878-08:00Comments on Grow This: Growing Old DisgracefullyWeeping Sorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05617503185773155102noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post-62203471216878678892011-09-13T06:22:06.731-07:002011-09-13T06:22:06.731-07:00Ah, a return to philosophical musings using nature...Ah, a return to philosophical musings using nature metaphors. Did not realize how much I missed it. Hope it implies some regained equilibrium after a year of challenges.Martha in Michiganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01337334262585721896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post-19544617356932680242011-09-06T04:41:42.292-07:002011-09-06T04:41:42.292-07:00The Crape Myrtle is my city's street tree of c...The Crape Myrtle is my city's street tree of choice. My favorite thing about them is the way they festoon the sidewalks, streets, gutters and cars with pink and purple petals after a storm, like a parade just went by. As for growing old, disgracefully or otherwise, I prefer it to not having the opportunity.Leshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18281256160705697856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33026160.post-88062453237994130052011-09-06T01:45:05.522-07:002011-09-06T01:45:05.522-07:00The world you describe is an odd one; almost night...The world you describe is an odd one; almost nightmarish with its smogs and (sometimes) fires, yet with this beauty laced into the urban awfulness.<br /><br />EstherEsther Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05412078991551799972noreply@blogger.com