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Leya 
Those red bits surely draw our eyes.
They do.
This looks like what we can spindle. A lovely photo.
Yes, it is spindle – glad you liked the photo. It feels like the leaf is the protector.
Love it!
♥
Lovely..the beautiful side of dying but hanging on.
Beautifully expressed.
Wow, the details is amazing
Thank you!
Just wonderful, Ann-Christine! Wishing you a happy week!
Thanks, Jo, wishing you the same!
I love the way you have captured an embrace of life; the old and the new completing a circle. Makes me think of these lines by Walt Whitman:My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,”
♥ How beautiful, Mandy. Yes, the leaf is sheltering the fruit from the winds of the world…
It is the anniversary of my mother’s death today. I have been thinking about how she kept a gentle shelter around me which still exists in my life. It was not a restrictive shelter but it was there.
❤
Sort of a sad photo. One lone bud just about hanging on.
I think of it like… the leaf is sheltering the fruit from the wind and snow…