It’s 45F and misting and foggy. Since I couldn’t sit out and paint, I went for a little spin with my coffee and camera. So this:
The world’s a-song
the morning close
as cloud to hill
the green unable
to contain
It’s 45F and misting and foggy. Since I couldn’t sit out and paint, I went for a little spin with my coffee and camera. So this:
The world’s a-song
the morning close
as cloud to hill
the green unable
to contain
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Nearly every man who develops an idea works at it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then gets discouraged. That’s not the place to become discouraged.


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I think I remember a place like that.
I love spring rain and all the green.