If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Forsythia NEVER Let Me Down
I think that this year I will add forsythia to my list of fall plantings. I have such love for these spring bloomers. They take whatever the Ozarks hand out in weather and keep adding beauty to each airy day.
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