tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84192793540728356422011-04-21T17:21:35.326-07:00The views expressed herein are not necessary.Ed and Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13404782442405026786noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419279354072835642.post-72068258947484290912007-04-28T02:37:00.000-07:002007-04-28T03:07:56.044-07:00

Here in the wee hours of the morning I've added some old and new photos.Last weekend I was moved by the the cacophony of outdoor sounds as I was working in my garden. I was absorbed in tending one rose plant at a time, giving each the attention it needed when I was stilled by the call of the sky filled with light and music. There were the songs of birds and crickets and frogs and distant engines

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Rose season is in full bloom and "when in April the showers sweet, the drought of March has pierced to the root"...I shift into high gear (as if I had one) and ride a wave of delight into the garden work. And so inspired by the season and our trip to Yosemite two weeks ago, I'm going to fire up this blog and have some discretely edited public fun.

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