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Sunday, January 24, 2010

The Park Near Where We Grew Up

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Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stone and good in everything.

-Shakespeare
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5 comments:

  1. Wander to the WaysideJanuary 24, 2010 at 8:53 AM

    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.

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  2. WendyJanuary 24, 2010 at 9:32 AM

    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.

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  3. Karin B (Looking for Ballast)January 25, 2010 at 8:06 AM

    I swear, you come up with the best quotes. :)

    You're making me miss Colorado a lot!

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  4. MegLoveLangJanuary 26, 2010 at 4:49 PM

    I love your blog...and your quotes! Thanks for reminding me of the little things in life. :)
    -Megan

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  5. kateJanuary 27, 2010 at 9:19 AM

    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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