Flowers, a meadow, and me..for the days to come...
“Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass”
...leaving you a lovely playlist to enjoy....xoxo
4 comments:
Can I join you dearest sister? I have always wanted to visit a meadow with a friend. Nita
I just came by to pick a flower! teehee
YOU mean the world to me, and the beautiful but sad truth is that we both will always be but a shadow to the other....but shadows only come out where there is light, and THE LIGHT has wrapped up in it's goodness. HOW WONDERFUL TO SEE YOU! I was just thinking of you and "THE GIRLS" as I took my walk this morning. I saw 9 bunnies, and one of the I named, "Mr. Peacock" because he had a funny growth on his head that looked like the crest on a peacock's head. HA!
HUGS TO ALL MY DEAR
WOW, here I am again! Sorry!
Dearest Dutchess...did you ever get my emails? Check your email if you have a moment. I have a question!
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