P inkish hues of spider’s silk
O ranges, yellows, whites like milk
R eds and greens in varying tints
C apture the sun’s rays as they glint
H ere on the mums, there on a wing
P rompting retreat to shade covered things
O ppressive, this air you can cut with a knife
E ven the bird, like dragon, still life
T oday’s one for dwelling, musing, no movement
S o hoping tomorrow will bring some improvement
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Hi everyone! Welcome to 50 Shades of Gray Hair. 50 Shades is my blog of life over the hill, where each day is full of delicious opportunities to earn another gray hair. I stopped declaring war on the gray when I began this blog years ago. Instead, I embrace and celebrate them along with whatever life decides to throw my way, with (sarcasm forward) humor and an optimistic eye to the future. I think. I hope? I don't know. At any rate...it's real, it's honest, it's full of 4 letter words, and it's me...on a platter. I sincerely welcome you all to my porch....♥♥Rhonda
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Lovely! Blessed relief on its way we hope.
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Oh from your furry face to the Big Guys ears! Enough already!! And thanks 🙂
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Beautiful! You are a poet!! xoxo
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I am a porch dweller. lol
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A porch dweller and a poet. So there. xoxo
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Hoping for a cool breeze.
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Thanks Jules…me too! xo
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I’ll hope right along with you, SB.
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Hey NB…good to hear from you. Hope all is well in your busy world. We had a bit of a break today, for about 20 minutes. lol. Can only get better.
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I figure SB that if I can’t write for the blog, any blogging I do is going towards reading my favorites. Probably my blog will die a slow painful death, but I’d miss the hell out of you guys if I wasn’t around.
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Oh, just thinking it makes my stomach roll over…thinking of you not being around. Don’t decide just yet…maybe one a month? one a quarter? But whatever happens, just don’t go wandering into those great north woods and get lost…speaking of…my youngest left Alaska Friday morning…driving to St Cloud Minnesota…he was in the Yukon last I heard from him more than 28 hours ago…say a prayer to the Great Beaver for me…this is proving almost too much.
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It’s a compromise, I think. I have a longer piece I’m working on that is drawing my attention, all of it. So I can’t fathom posting on the blog until that’s done. I dunno when it’ll be done. I figure it’ll be over by end of year. But I refuse to not be around and read the people who matter to me (like you).
Good grief – your kid is taking quite a trip. Hang in there, SB.
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It’s good that you are focused on a long piece. It’s definitely something you have in you that’s for sure. Still no word from him…going on two days now. I should think he’s out of the YT and into Edmonton by now…at least I’m hoping. This shit is for the birds!
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Viv 🙂
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