Saturday, April 21, 2012

Yes Sir, That's My Baby


Hickory, taken April 7, 2012.

Black gum, taken April 6, 2012

Maple, taken April 5, 2012.
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Friday, April 20, 2012

Downed Flight


Taken April 5, 2012.

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Thursday, April 19, 2012

Giving Flowers Still


All taken the first week of April, 2012.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Green Coming Through

Both taken April 3, 2012.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Giving Flowers


Taken the first week of April, 2012.

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Monday, April 16, 2012

Dogged Woods

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Sunday, April 15, 2012

Sunday Poetry Post

Beware of Sharp Curves

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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.