White Grapes!
The green bean rows--still producing (Peach trees inbetween)
We do not remember days...
We remember moments.
(Cesare Pavese)
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"An hour in the garden puts life's problems into perspective."
Some say I am confined to wheelchairBut I don’t think they know
That though my body is affected I still am on the go.
I go to visit those I love
And walk to market place;
I tread the woods until it rains
And then the rainbow trace.
Of course my body cannot always go
For it’s been restricted for days,
But who would say paralysis confines
A soul and mind that dreams and prays?
Although my body sometimes lets me down
Through days of darkest night,
My spirit soars on wings of prayer
And moves with speed of light.
In dreams and prayer I visit those I love;
Great is the gift of prayer;
And when my thoughts are beamed toward you
You’ll sense my presence there.
-Borrowed
The white grapes look like they may hold some promise of a tasty, fruity Chardonnay.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm! Let met know when its time to uncork. . .
My goodness! We could live off the land at ya'lls place!:-)
ReplyDeleteJamie & Randy, you should drop by when you get down this way.
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