Striped petunias
Parasols in flower pots
Shelter elves from sun
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Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Anarette will like this one!!! 😀
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Indeed, Anarette has commented!
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Knew she would! 😉
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This means you saw them again; do tell!
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Yes, those same cheeky elves who tipped over the flowerpot and unearthed the petunias when first planted, had the audacity to return to my garden and make use of the very things they attempted to destroy!
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Sounds like they did not destroy anything but reassembled it for their use 🙂
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Lovely image and haiku, Sarah. 🙂
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Thank you, Sylvia 🙂
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oh, that is just exactly what petunias do! how delightful they are.
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They are delightful. The elves have various other shades of parasols to choose from, too. There are purple and white striped, red and white striped, or plain burgundy ones, so the little fellows are truly spoilt for choice!
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I’m sure different ones meet up for tea under their favourite parasol.
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My mind wants to read “Shelter elves” as a complex noun rather than verb-noun combination, and I love that fluidity. Love the photo and imaginative haiku, Sarah!
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That’s the beauty of dispensing with punctuation. You can read things how you want! Glad you loved the photo and haiku, Leigh.
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