It might have been a little top heavy. . .
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on Child's birthday cake, er. . . mud slide.
on Child's birthday cake, er. . . mud slide.
posted by Bethany | 6:53 PM
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~
About Me
- Name: Bethany
- 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~
- It has come to my attention. . .
- Welcome to October
- Labor Day, a couple of weeks late
- The Angel of the Garden
- It's Raining, It's Pouring
- First Fruits. . . and a few extras
- It is the simple things of life that make lving wo...
- Sights from Tuesday
- In spite of the fact that I have forgotten many ti...
- A Gift From the Garden
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