Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Tagore

Wednesday, December 12, 2012





 We all want to leave our mark on life.  Hopefully, Lee Christopher Watson's will last longer than the sidewalk.

 There are just so many beautiful things to see and many of them, like these, in my own neighborhood! 

 I must learn the art of taking photos of teeny tiny flowers and have them come out not looking like melting cotton candy.

 The local orange trees always have fruit on them.  They are pruned so high that no one can get to the oranges, so the last crop only comes down when new crop comes in.
 
 We are trees, living two lives at once. One life breaking through the soil into this world. Where, with all our might, we struggle to rise above it, grapple for its sun and its dew, desperate not to be torn away by the fury of its storms or consumed by its fires.  Rabbi M. M. Schneerson

Can you read the Lewis Carrol quote backwards?

“The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings”

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