bless my birth

Better to sit at the waters' birth, than a sea of waves to win; To live in the love that floweth forth, Than the love that cometh in. Be thy heart a well of love, my child, Flowing, and free, and sure; For a cistern of love, though undefiled, keeps not the spirit pure.

Spring

April 10th, 2009 by Jennifer

Around here this is a most definite sign of the changing of the seasons.

It's Otter Pop Season!!

It's Otter Pop Season!!

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