What price does she ask of me?
but to be mindful, of all I see.
No gold coins for a sunset
or silver for a grand oak tree,
no cost incurred as fields roll by
or a wake of buzzards fill the skies.
So little does she ask of me,
but gratitude for all I see.
Love Alison x
Through rose tinted glasses. 
This is beautiful 💗
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Thank you Lisa.
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Fantastic 👍
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Thank you for your encouraging comment. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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Love it!
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Thank you Gary.
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So true, Alison! 😀 Nature and its gifts are all around us, available without cost, ready for us to absorb into our souls. Wonderful poem and reminder. Have a great weekend! 🌻
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Thanks, Annika. It’s a very windy and wet picture this weekend though. Hope it’s better where you are.
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You have a real gift with words, the photos are beautiful. It seems that when weather conditions aren’t ideal, we get some pretty amazing photos, beautiful images.
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Thank you, Laura, for your kind comment. The weather here now is almost autumnal and I have to admit I’m looking forward to Autumn here and the new array of colours and sights. It would be nice to have a little more warm weather though.
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I am almost envious of you and that autumn weather, I am looking forward to it. Although I have a small bed of flowers that have a way to go to flowering before summer ends, so I hope for the blooms and then the beautiful autumn colors and cooler temperatures.
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True and beautifully written.
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