

December in bloom,
kissed by winds from the Azores:
Jack Frost in exile.
Father Christmas wilts
and casts his clothes from the sleigh:
yearns for good old days.


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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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No bloom here; only Jack Frost. π Thanks for warming me up.
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Glad to have been of service, Billy π
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Lovely Sarah. Our Mahonia has been like a big lamp throughout darkest Winter days too. A gorgeous post.
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Thank you, Jean. Am glad you loved my post. I like your description of the Mahonia being like a big lamp. I’m sure that my mahonia has at least ten times the flower-clusters it had last year. It sounds as if this is what has happened to yours, too.
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Precisely!
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Oh where did our dear friend Jack Frost go? It’s been so mild again, but I’m so glad he visited for your birthday dearest Sarah π No wonder poor Father Christmas longs for those good old days. At least we have blog snow… but your haiku and photos, as always, bring me smiles no matter the weather… π xxxx
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Oh Sherri, I used to love it in my childhood when Jack Frost made pretty ice-patterns on the outside of my bedroom window and huge icicles hung from the gutters. But then I didn’t have to consider the heating bill in those days, not that most bedrooms were heated then….Reminiscence time. Must be getting old D: xxxx
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Oh me too Sarah…how I remember those magical days of winter! Let’s reminisce away, it’s wonderful! π xxxx
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christmas feel
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I’m finding it hard to think of it as Christmas with all of those flowers outside and not a sign of snowflakes!
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we are jack frosted. Lovely haiku and those blooms!!
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I like that, turning jack frost into a verb!!!
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You’re doing great Sarah. You have kept your blogging moving on and it’s wonderful. I enjoyed my visit and I will again as much as possibleπππ
Have a great Christmasπ²ππβππ
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I’m so glad you enjoyed your visit to my blog, Dolly π Wishing you a great Christmas, too. xxxx
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Great fun with a serious message Sarah, winter has gone away again and I am missing those frosts.
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Same here. I so love frosty weather and a proper delineation between seasons. Also, cold weather helps kill the germs and some of the insect pests that we don’t want surviving the winter in large numbers. That being said, I saw a honeybee flying about outside today. I just hope it doesn’t get caught out by a sudden drop in temperature.
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