Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. — i ...
first there was Evie, a 1974, yellow Volkswagen Beetle (pictured under the tree in a previous ...
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s ...
i stopped on the road, looked up at the dangling line, looked down the road to ...
if you dig out and place a man-made pond in a lovely meadow where a tree ...
my dad always taught me to never be afraid of turning down a road. he’d say, ...
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and ...
found in the backyard, growing like a clumped flower. i can seriously say, “i do like ...
By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else. From beauty no road leads ...
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea ...
“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty ...