Do you know a better way to end the month of blogging

with fractal magic.  

What are these two beauties

 saying to each other.  Conversation is an art form; eavesdropping, an underrated activity.  

Some times it's just about beautiful people

 and a pooch named Izzy.  Should;d you ask the humans left to right Cheryl  and Tenaya. And a glimpse of Stacy.  

 

Have you noticed

how certain flowers -- colorful, indeed -- cannot be picked?  I find city walks are seedbeds for such thoughts.  Hopefully, Susan will concur.   

The oceans keep a watchful eye

on the kelp forests under foot.  We should do the same.  

Who knew a succulent

 could be a ribbon and host for rain drops which are nature's glitter.  Of course.  

Is there only one type of music

which can be played on a red piano.  

 

The first line of a novel

in the language of visual imagery.  

The afternoon lives of cats

Fritz with the first book which launched by reading career -- the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam,

 

and Freddy soaking up a deep stretch.  

Spires, poles, and a tower

lobbed off by fog.  

When SF invites sunshine

 the city and all its inhabitants including yellow-eyed poppies sparkle.  

Do you every wonder

what evening wishes to read?