Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Redbuds in the Bottoms

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7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Looks beautiful! Can't wait to see it this summer!

6:15 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The bottoms are prettiest in the spring. Bottoms (as in bottom lands)-- sheesh!

7:01 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

David's been spending too much time at the beach.

10:15 AM

 
Blogger Tom Fisher said...

His mother dropped him on his head when he was a baby, Anastasia!

12:47 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Naw ... that was John. You can still see the dent when the light hits it just right ... ; )

1:20 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmmmmm . . . . I heard she dropped David ON John, and that's why the dent on John's head matches David's nose.

4:51 PM

 
Blogger David said...

ouch! (in a very nasal twang)

5:27 PM

 

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