Sunday, March 1, 2015

Sunday Caminata


She wants to put this path in smaller form in our front garden, she says.
She came home from St. James and took a long late walk.  She came back with news which was helpful for me.  She told me it smelled like cut grass, laurel flowers, and the remaining daphne. I am sure I would have picked up on a few more fragrances, having a gift in that area.



The lake was steely blue with specks of yellow.
The magnolia are ready to blossom. 




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