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~

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Welcome to Spring

The rain is pouring down on the country side, the wind whistles intermittently around the house, and it is spring. I walked bast the flower beds at school and there were bright daffodils as well as pink and purple hyacinth. Next thing you know the cherry trees will be in full bloom. And I'm almost officially on spring break just one final to go, I can't wait to be done so that I can start the next term. So much good learning to look forward to.