“Late at night When the wind is still I’ll come flying through your door, And you’ll know what love is for. I am a bluebird,
“Live at home” ― George Washington Carver It’s a rare bit of magic to wake up to the sound of rain in the high desert.
You must understand the whole of life, Not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, That is why you must
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Always a wake up surprise, that first winter glimpse of snow atop the Mingus Mountains. Vanishing with the suns full warm arrival, but thoroughly enjoyed
Rain is grace; Rain is the sky descending To the earth; Without rain, There would be no life. John Updike The wind blows brittle, the