Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stone and good in everything.
-Shakespeare
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Park Near Where We Grew Up
Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stone and good in everything.
-Shakespeare
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I've forgotten what that area was called. Doesn't it have a name? Or just a term like 'green belt'?
I'm thinking you don't display awards, but if you'll come see me I have a sweet treat for you.
Ya, we just called it the green belt. And I think we spent most of our childhood there.
I once lost a jelly shoe in that river.
I swear, you come up with the best quotes. :)
You're making me miss Colorado a lot!
I love your blog...and your quotes! Thanks for reminding me of the little things in life. :)
-Megan
beautiful spaces like this leave an imprint for a lifetime, don't they? Lovely, and every bit as magical as the first time you stumbled upon it, no doubt. Something wonderful about natural places that are left untouched: there is a consistency and familiarity that speaks straight to the heart of stability and comfort as we grow and change.
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