Spring would not be Spring here without colorful Azaleas in bloom...
After a cold and gray winter, these beautiful bushes brighten up our
view with bright splashes of color.
a wonderful pop of color under a canopy of leaves...
Beautiful shades of light pink & dark pink lighten up our ever changing landscape...
slowly swallowing up the drab colors of winters past.
After the old brown leaves are cleared from Fall, leaving the
ground clean, we often find shards of glass and broken plates under the trees ...
They continue to surface every year... We have found old colored glass bottles and
chips of plates and cups... The neighbors say that our land was
all woods...I would like to think that there may have been a cabin here long ago and we
are slowly finding puzzle pieces in remembrance of a pioneer family's simple way of life
...so many, many uncharted years ago.
*There is a very small shard of pottery in the photo above*
~ T ~
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Who knows who walked before us. They are now a part of the Spirit of the Land...
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