To rise with the wrens and be thankful for the bounty and the simple life...
To rise with the sun and grains of grass to feed the plenty...
To rise with the faith in a country and the people who keep it sound...
To rise and share space with the God in every man...with the Buddha in every man...
and the faith
in sun...
7 comments:
sometimes the sun shine can be magical..
Good morning, your little space on Earth looks so inviting....
Amen to everything you wrote!
Hi Sharon, that first photo could have been taken sixty or seventy years ago before people became obsessed with grass exactly 2 1/2 inches high. And chain link fence, and flat topped shrubs in perfect rows.
Like you I will always choose harmony with nature over shrubs in perfect rows and trees trimmed to the nth degree.
Nice to see the whole place!
So beautiful...
beautious words, beautious pink abode. I wish (or at least bill does)we could let our grass grow as long as it wants. Never to mow again!!!
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