storm rolls in
as I watch quietly from my garden, alone, exhausted, content,
listening to the trill of cedar waxwing,
the sharp bark of tree frog,
the never-ending harmony of crickets.
it’s ever so much better
than silence.
- "Life is a pencil. Write your story."
at home
welcome
This is my penciled-in story,
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pull up a chair, let's sit by
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All text and photographs are the original work of Kelly LaFleur, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved. Be kind, don't copy! I can be contacted at mrsmediocrity(at)gmail(dot)comfor my george
September 8th, 2012 at 9:06 am
perfect morning/
September 8th, 2012 at 11:25 am
Oh how I love those sounds too!
September 9th, 2012 at 11:33 pm
wow, is that perspective…
September 10th, 2012 at 10:14 am
Silence deafens. Poetry sings in the garden.
xoxo
September 10th, 2012 at 4:42 pm
How I’ve missed the beautiful simplicity of your space. xo
September 10th, 2012 at 5:17 pm
you still have cedar waxwings? i’m jealous!!!
September 16th, 2012 at 8:18 am
storm rolls in and nature gets happy. never ending harmony. i like that.