Cats and Trails and Garden Tales
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What makes a Teardrop Fall?
The droplets clung to the berries as I waited for them – no, willed them – to fall.
But they hung on.
Tenaciously.
Effortlessly.
Waiting till no one was watching.
Just like tears.
Waxing poetic for Sunday Stills, Red and Green.
~ Susanne
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Beautiful sentiments along with these beautiful images, Susanne!
Thanks, Terri.😊 I always hope to catch a droplet falling from these berries but they seem unwilling to let go.
Like waiting for water to boil 😉
Right! 😄 Even a bit of shaking didn’t help so I went with a poem instead!
Those water droplets can be very uncooperative. There was probably a small flood the moment you turned your back!
Exactly! They’re quite clingy!
Excellent photos of those droplets, Susanne. Well done indeed!
Best wishes, Pete.
Thanks so much, Pete.😊 I really wanted to catch one letting go but they wouldn’t cooperate.
Wonderful images and perfect metaphor.
Thank you so much. 😊
Marvelous poem!!
Thank you! Such a nice comment from a real poet!
Beautiful pictures and words !
Thanks so much!
I love the way droplets form on the berries after an ice storm. Not much else to like about an ice storm, but this begs for a camera.
Yes. Snow, raindrops, and ice all look good on berries!