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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Location: Oregon, United States

"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, March 23, 2006

Spring is here!

I was browsing through blogs and reading what they had written on spring. Having not recognized the big day myself, I was enjoying reading over the thoughts that others had about the day. I particularly enjoyed this womans thoughts on spring and newness.