Lavender and Old Lace

"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

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"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Sunshine, Beautiful Sunshine!


We woke up to a clear sky this morning, though at 6:45 a.m. it was still dark out side. I can't tell you how happy I was to see the blue sky, and have the sun shining in through my window. I've spent a considerable amount of time sitting in the chair by the window staring out at the pond and soaking in the sunlight. I didn't realize how much I enjoyed the sun until suddenly it had disappeared behind a wall of grey clouds for four consecutive days.

posted by Bethany | 4:13 PM