Sunday, April 12, 2009
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One obviously has to be 'potted' to want to breath in the sweet odor of decay or discourse with aphids.
To view one of your potted characters is a treat. The colors are superb and the tulips are right on time.
Best~
Laurel
P.s. I enjoyed looking at some of Mckean's work!
I love this.
This is SO lovely--and I agree one hundred percent with the words. It reminds me a bit of Mary Oliver--many of her poems--and Edward Abbey in a poem saying that he wants to be a surveyor of clouds (or some such thing). I guess Thoreau talks about that also in Walden. Cool!
A new take on burying one's head in the sand.
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