Sunday, March 25, 2007


And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air,
And richly tangled overhead
We see their blossoms sweet and red.

Dora Read Goodale
From “Spring Scatters Far and Wide”

All that I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother

Abraham Lincoln

1 comment:

chaindropz said...

Thanks for your comment.Come back soon. I just got back from Callaway Gardens.