Some days are harder than others
Flowers grow even when time stands still
Life is hard, walking up a hill
Pieces fall where they are laid
Feelings hurt and bills are paid
With the help of friends
Life can become easier
Support is needed
©2026 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
True, true words! Well spilled, like that field of wildflowers.
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This made me think of seeding wild flowers! I’m planning on sprinkling seeds along the edge of the current flower bed – seems the flowers will just find their way to bloom!!
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Yep, no matter what, flowers do their thing. Keep on keeping on.
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Yes. This is so true Christine, a beautiful poem for Monday quadrille!
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