ok Dear Peachie Girl

it's midnight there where you are
so i guess you would be tired...


kiss the children
& give them hugs
from Grammy Nessa please

Good Night

Love and Light to you

my Sister My Daughter and my Friend

hey you hawt thang you....miss seeing and talking to you im off to bed...holler at me

I'm sorry lookin, I'm kinda stoned. I thought that you were nicky. OPPPS

Any way THANK YOU for the kayaking idea. She is all for it

hey there muscle man ....
you sure are buffed
and for only 22, that is amazing

Nite all - midnight here too...
Sweet dreams to all!

thank you

father is a tranier, so i got started when i was young.

YEAH!!! You're welcome!!! Just enjoooyyyy!

he is fine, isn't he? and such a babe


you get him tigress peachie

good night Sis...


what may i call you ?

Dear Dougie.....


i will miss you ......


but

I am so happy for you

that you found a cool lady that you really like


and

she is a lucky lady

to have found such an awesome man like you

AWWWWWW, thank you Vanessa

Goodnight and I'll talk to ya tomorrow

okay Babe good night

oh i almost forgot ....



might as well get some lovins in

before she takes you away from us

Good gorgeous morning ~ comin at you ~ from balmy sunny northern California

making my debut in the 420....woooohooooo
xoxoxoxo

ahhh...everyone...lookie here


it is our dear friend and sister

{{{ <<< Madam x >>> }}}


welcome dear lady ....


it's safe and peaceful here


you can just be yourself

and not conform to anyone's idea

of who they "think" you should be


freedom at last from all the "labels"
people try to lay on us,

and freedom from the "boxes"
people try to put us in

thanks sweetie!!! lookin forward to joining the club

you are very welcome here anytime


and your good friends are welcome too ~



but, no stray cats are welcome...
they can go to the animal shelter


and no human "strangler figs" are allowed

have you ever seen what a strangler fig tree
does to its host tree in the rain forest ...
not a pretty site

check it out on google

Strangler Fig Trees

At first you hate them, these parasites
who lash roots
around a host tree, roots
you’d readily take an axe to,
merrily merrily whack to bits.
But then you’d be a killer, too.

And wasn’t the Strangler Fig a lot like you:
born of a seed that sprouted limbs
reaching skyward for warmth
and down to soft earth for stability?

But those first thin roots,
pale yellow threads,
how they’ll gorge on a host tree’s water,
until they thicken like well-fed snakes
and encase the host’s trunk,
while, high above, the Strangler’s leaves
will overtake the host’s canopy
until everywhere is Fig
and the host dies in parched darkness.

But by then, the adult Fig,
with its fine-veined, glossy leaves,
will have itself become a host
to an orchestra of new creatures:
green parrots, toucans, fruit bats and silver monkeys,
who without the shelter of the Strangler
would find the sun soon abusive,
the jaguars too near,
and the local diet so deficient
they’d sing dirges in praise
of the lost flowers, their vanished fruit.