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~

Sunday, July 01, 2007

It's official

I'm officially a student of our hometown university. I spent all of Friday on campus, getting acquainted with the grounds, going to advising sessions, eating in the dining hall, registering for classes, and getting to know a few of my fellow students. Once I work out the logistics of private music lessons in the fall all that will be left is for me to finish up my summer assignments and wait for classes to start in September.

It seemed like there were so many details to work through when I first applied to the school and now it's just a long summer in which I can worry myself sick over classes in the fall. Not really, the summer will fly by and I'm sure that I will keep myself sufficiently busy that I won't have to to worry about school until it's actually here. In the meantime I'll be leading VBS, swimming in rivers, going for walks, and partaking of various other activities that summer has to offer (in between the 20 hours of work a week).