In a little pocket park beside a quiet stream that runs through an often sleepy Waterford village I made acquaintance with a shady dell of ferns, that thrust themselves in to my consciousness and towards the light, as they danced the dance of life, in the gentle breeze.








Great post 🙂
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Thank you!
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Beautiful thoughts.. so short yet so evocative, like a haiku. I love the photos as well – they really capture that sense of motion.
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Many thanks . I tried to do that quiet beauty justice. Blogs go far, but Dee, you have to be there to fully appreciate. Been to Ireland?
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