Saturday, 11 October 2014
Rhodos on Silverton Street
taken this time last year, rhodos. on Silverton St.
Sometimes in the middle of spring I already become nostalgic for winter and its perfect excuse for rest and restoration.
Spring is a deconstruction of all that winter stillness. Churning weeds merrily twirl and leap like cheerleaders among the flowers in our garden, and I know someone has to pay attention and do something about them.
mother duck and ducklings on inlet
Maybe spring's saving grace is that it does have its cute side.
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