Summer as a migrant farmer In Karuna’s words ‘There were times during my college years that I picked fruit as a way of making some money. I remember picking blueberries in Seattle and apples in Yakima. I also remember sleeping under a bridge when I picked in Yakima. I enjoyed doing the outside, physical work.’
Imagine working your way through U.S. as a part-time farmer. Lot’s of memories in here.
Following Seas is a happy blog by dear Luanne where she shares a host of things. Do take a peek in and say hello.
Hop in let’s get this party started. You are most welcome.
Just make yourself comfortable.
Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page: Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts, freshly squeezed juice, Coffee, Tea and so much more. 🙂
We even have an Intercontinental Chef in the house. LOOK UP and place your orders 😉
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Let’s add some SPRING to the tale 🙂 You can crack your Story telling imagination by contributing to this tag along Spring fiction below. The full story will be published on my Tuesday’s Trivia with every part attributed to the contributor. So here goes…
Buds of Spring
Georgette looks out of the window
The cold is fast thawing out and little fresh sprigs are sprouting.
It should be warm soon
Yet the coldness in her heart did not match the liveliness of the budding Spring
Her heart feels like a ghost town.
Where is he?
He promised her everything and she believed in him…
Counting the days and hoping that it’s just a dream.
‘Back in my home country, when we call for a party, we call for a party. We don’t skimp. Our hospitality is legendary. We even give out party tokens, so help yourself to an Easter Party Pack. You are welcome :-)’
Tears Jamila’s poetry and posts are emotive, poignant, well-worded. A lot of times, when I read her words and they resonate with me, it makes me realize how we are really all connected.
Introducing Joel Savage a friend that I found in this space. A writer with a good number of published works under his belt. His daily posts touch those hard thought provoking issues that most people shy away from.
Not fitting in but it’s okay Blogging has introduced me to so many people who are simply wonderful and inspiring. I find such in the person of Stephanae. I admire people who turn the challenges that life throws them into inspiring beacons for others.
Brooklyn These are sights of Brooklyn that will tug your heart.
Joan’s blog is a new find for me and I am quite keen on the different servings that she’s got going on in Family, parenting and beyond. This particular article on breaking the silence is a must read for every parent.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
Eyes wide open A lovely rom-com from my dear friend Diane. I read all the parts from start of finish and I assure you that it’s a delightful read. It will tickle your inner bones. Diane is one of my great supporters in this space.
It’s good to be crazy. Quirky, down-to-earth, friendly, supportive, humour-filled blog. I enjoy this blog and I think that you would too.
Introducing the Beat company. They beat about a good number of things, but not the bush 😉 Find out for yourself.
Emmaonegrete My sister, My sister Emma. Filled with zest, wisdom, love, support, care and so much more. She’s one lady you want beside you.
Robert Goldstein A blog with a blend of good stuff. From serious to light issues. From pictures to addressing mental health… Please do go and say hello.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
Connections can be built in split moments, while some take a good while to be established.
Every part of human life is filled with one atom of connection or the other. From the technological services that surrounds us that makes it easy for us to be in touch with each other, to the various modes of transportation all around and to the physical fellowship with fellow mankind.
So when we consider the theme of today’s photo 101, we realize that the very essence of life is all based on the singular desire to connect.
Connecting bridge
Connecting bridge
Connecting bridge
Warm feelings among friends
Happy sight
Loving connections
Connecting with music
Let me show you
Let’s see
Connecting over a smoke of shisha
Doing the pushing together
A Bow-wow connect
Sports has a way of building connections
High tension wires connecting us with essential services.