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Are there any other gardeners in the house?
Over the last couple years, since I bought my most recent house...I have really fallen in love with plants. All kinds. I have a modest house, but the backyard is slowly becoming flower-filled safe haven.
I have put in various perennials to compliment some of the plants that were existing...some of my favorites:
There are times where I deal without hope, where it has faded to a point of no return and no way to believe in it anymore. There is a time where I have given up and let go of my hope and fallen from the dreams that were once thought and hoped for. The darkened moment of my life as the light fades away to nothing, its empty and numb, I don't know what to what to make of this time, when I realize how broken I really am. When I realize how destroyed I really am, I used to believe in repair, I used
God I love a thunderstorm.
No, let me correct that - I love the build up to a thunderstorm; the roiling black clouds that build up on the horizon, the increasing pressure in the air, the heady scent of ozone and the wind as it starts gusting through my yard making the roses toss their heads; shaking off random petals and the trees to turn their leaves inside out as if they were opening up invisible umbrellas.
It's times like this when I find myself heading out of doors
I am floating on my back in the warm sea of my meditation. The waters, salty, make me buoyant and drowsy as they gently lift me and lower me with the rhythm of the Astral waves.
I have allowed the current to drift me closer to my Island. Eyes still closed against the warm sun I feel and hear the edge of the sea shushing against the sandy beach.
With a slow breath I slowly sit up in the softly swaying surf and let my arms ride limp at my sides yielding to the pulse of
[CENTER][SIZE=2]Sticks and stones will break my bones,and words will also hurt me.
My specs are broke,
The fire's toast,[/SIZE]
And the hungry hunters devoured me.
Hunters and kill went up the hill
to fetch a torch of fire.
Jack, (lets call him Jack) fell down,
didn't break his crown,
but set the whole island on fire.
They donít smell me, he says
They see me.
So I need a face to hide behind.
One that letís