(I took this photo yesterday of my father. He still works as a landscaper, at 83! He helps to take care of this beautiful property for his friend, who died a couple of years ago. He helps to lovingly tend it for her children who currently live elsewhere.)
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your whispering legacy haunted
those delightfully enchanted trees
they bashfully danced to the harmony’s spell
you cast on ebullient breeze.
gentle tread of your variegated spirit
autumned now with so much grace
I know you have moved on in silence
but our movement here follows your trace.
the impression of a loved one’s silhouette
caught tenderly in a still frame
is a clear photographic injustice
to the care that he takes in your name…
say no to clowns 
What a heart warming dedication. !
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Thank you!
I hadn’t been there in a while and I was really struck by the sense that she had really moved on. It truly was a sense of late autumn into sepia…and my dear old Dad still quietly tending to some things. I so appreciate the comments you make 🙂
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I hope he knows you did this.
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No, I haven’t shown him yet. He will hate that I’ve done it 🙂
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Really. Typical parent. Lol.
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What a beautiful way of showing his love for the garden and his friend. So amazing at such a great age too. Your father is an inspiration to us all! Love your poem too. 🙂
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Thank you, how lovely. I will tell him you said that. He’ll be mad at me for sure, hehe but I know he’ll appreciate your kind words. Thanks for reading!
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I loved reading your post and will enjoy more! I’m sure he’ll love your poem and photos too. I can see he’s very precious to you. Have a lovely day! 🙂
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Thank you so much!
And you too 💐
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