Lyrics of Life

[lynn_nicholas]

    The spray from the garden hose plays across the stand of Louisiana Iris.   I close my eyes and make believe that the rhythmic splash is falling rain.  The swish of Mesquite leaflets, brushing against each other in the staccato bursts of breeze, combine with the ‘rain’ to create a melody.    The beat of small rocks, freed by the scrambling feet

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{{{Lynn}}}

[jessibud]

Hugs

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[lynn_nicholas]

Thanks my dears. Jessibud, I owe you a long email... hugs...

[lynn_nicholas]

My mother passed away this morning, Aug. 31. She finally has her wings.