Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
AUTUMN
I adore Autumn's palate. It's colors so rich and vibrant. Mother Nature's journey of sprouting, blooming, harvesting, and going to seed continues, as does mine.
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