Everyone knows that meadows lead to woods. So they are part of the woodland world. I love what they have to offer along the way. Some of the best art work is in meadows, such as these Pre-Raphaelite beauties. Walk through the meadow. What will you find?
It's 4:29 AM and I cannot sleep. Usually when this happens, it takes a bit of distraction before I can get to sleep, hence this post. If I were a bird, I could sleep in the trees. If I were a fox, I could sleep under trees. If I were asleep, I would dream of the trees. Good night.
I am made of woods, and rivers, and winds, and wildflowers. I am part grief, and part hope, and all love.
~Victoria Erickson
At church,
the choir today was wildly out of tune.
It made me smile out loud.
The choir in the woods, though,
is always perfect.
