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~

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Thanks Mrs. D

I was thinking last night of the piano teacher I had before we moved, she's one of the most amazing people I know and she has had a great impact on the goals I've chosen to pursue over the next several years. I told Mama last night that I want to play piano like Mrs. D by the time I'm out of college. I don't know if that is actually possible, she's an amazing pianist, and teacher, but if college get's me even remotely near to the point of playing like Mrs. D, I will be one happy girl.

posted by Bethany | 11:46 AM