Driving home from a potluck Saturday afternoon, stuffed to the gills, I was once again touched by the beauty of eastern Ontario. The beauty I’m referring to has nothing to do with your typical kind of beauty, found in fountains, extravagant buildings, or even tropical rain forests and blue butterflys. It is the [...]
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Dark and drear
Posted in Broken shattered and scarred, Easy being green, Life, a journey of the mind, The land that lives, This school we call life, Virus of the mind, Wonders of the world on April 2, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Early to bed early to rise disproven
Posted in Creatures of our joy, This school we call life on March 21, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The bird that goes to bed when she is tired will still get her worm
