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~

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Farewell Friends

I'm off to a land of tall pine trees, and running rivers. I'll be spending a week sunbathing and reading and being read to, swimming in the swimming hole and jumping off the big rock into the deep water. There will be cousins to catch up with and time for a solitary walk or two. We're headed to the Qualls' Nest for a whole week!

posted by Bethany | 8:45 AM