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~

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

It's Raining, It's Pouring

It's raining outside, just a little drizzly sort of rain, but rain it is and I'm excited because it hasn't rained in so long, and I've missed it. After all, we moved to Oregon for the rain!