T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Sunday, November 09, 2008

:: Literature feeds the soul ::
Finally, i know a little about Homer's Iliad.

Lit festival.
Captain Hook.
The Princess.
Cleopatra.
Truckloads of fun.











the pink lilies that blossomed at my place and disappeared after a stormy night.
cupcakes from Pat. Natalie's a month old. how am i going to eat such pretty things?









the walk back from church.

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