Wander in, among the grove of trees; it's silence that envelopes you
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Wander in, among the grove of trees; it's silence that envelopes you
White ink, on purple, petals of the Wild Iris contain mysteries
Pathways, blinking light as darkness descends, follow swarms of fireflies
Blue sky – scattered light; the sun drenches morning in beautiful embrace
for Algot
Late light; a slow fade into shadows and starlight; gather dreams: short night
This guitar, silent in sunshine – wooden body, humming harmony
In dappled daybreak, light edges into morning; the day settles in
Bird song should begin your day
Sink into the sounds of the world outside your window
Later, when you're weary, wander back into the quiet to find some solace
for DS106 Daily Create
He sketches little checks, writes remarks in the corner of each day on the calendar - tiny stories to be read later, for the remainder of the year
Mill River Flood (Florence)
Months later, four men – George Cheney Collins Graves Jerome Hillman Myron Day - were honored for bravery, for rushing to warn others and presented gold medallions and yet who knows how many more ran to neighbors, shouted warnings, saved lives, sacrificed themselves: men and women that were not then, nor now, ever remembered
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts