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Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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4 Comments:
When you tire of being a horticulturist, or a photographer, you could take those haunting photos of dawn in Shohola and write a novel. They must tell a story.
That is lovely. (And my goodness, you're up early!)
Soooooo beautiful. Makes me miss PA even more. I like your mother's comment.
Such evocative images.
wait till I tell you about digging my cannas and dahlias at 1:15 AM last night!
Mark
Gorgeous! And Mark isn't the only one who's been gardening in the wee hours, lol...
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