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In_The_Wind

In_The_Wind's Journal
In_The_Wind's Journal
May 16, 2013

PIA fell in the pool her first weekend at her new home.



Byron loved swimming there.
Lady Leigh not so much. She would tremble when I took her for a swim.
May 12, 2013

Eric Clapton




May 12, 2013

Rosanne Cash




May 9, 2013

I enjoy cutting the grass.

I got tired of moving the teak table and chairs so (this year) I put an outdoor carpet under the table. I really do enjoy being outside in the shade. I trimmed most of the low hanging branches to avoid poking my eye out. The transplanted Weeping Redbud Tree is doing well. Jonquils are still blooming. I'll add some annuals in the black horse trough that is now a planter. Some of the local little old ladies were quick to point out that we don't own the land we are making beautiful. I'll be adding flowers each year for all to enjoy. I do hope they will come to appreciate all of the interesting statues. Oddly enough ... not one nude graces my lawn, porch or deck.

May 9, 2013

Forward my mail ...







May 8, 2013

I drove a bit (twice) in Canada. DU's billyskank was with me visiting DUers one time.

From here ... north, west and south to Tennessee.

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Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
Member since: Mon Apr 25, 2005, 10:44 PM
Number of posts: 72,300

About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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