The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining; of water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness and reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.
The photograph reminded me of those opening lines from Shine, Republic by Robinson Jeffers.
And if you want the whole poem look it up for yourself!
Hope Olena likes her scarf. If not she can use it for a belt. Or do as Japanese ladies do and form it into a backpack. Or use it to bundle groceries. Or wrap something else for somebody else.
The picture shown is a scritchy-scratchy impressionistic, bold orange reds and black but the text description is for Van Gogh's Irises. I decided both images are great and it doesn't matter.
Man, these places like Amazon and Photobucket and such sure do make it easy to send people things. Their services are brilliant. I'm just now realizing that. As business they've got their act together real tight.
When I grocery shop I use a blue cart that I ordered online. Very many people ask me about this because it really does work for this apartment situation. Another woman on my floor mentioned it. So I had one sent to her. It was inexpensive utility cart, say, $45.00 or so, and you'd think the think is valued at $1,000,000.00. That's the reaction that dumb little cart got. And it's like the third such situation and cart.
So that's $3,000,000.00 right there. MATHS!
The photographs enlarged to canvas and sent off created a big deal well beyond their actual value.
Yesterday I got a call from a woman who said she is thinking of me. She too is already married, but she called me to say we hadn't spoken in ages and today her hyacinths came up and that made her think of me because I dropped those boxes of bulbs on her. Unexpectedly, out of the blue, with no rhyme or reason to it, no event, like the bulbs themselves popping up first chance they get, "hello," now she must think of me.
I didn't realize I was this tricky. Now that I know I'm encouraged to buy more boxes of bulbs, by the hundreds, and just have them sent to people. Deal with it. And if they fail, no loss to you.
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Show it to me in late July or just before Christmas and I'll think it's beautiful.
Right now, I'm "Take it away, take it awaaaayyyy!!!".
I think more like 3-4 weeks ago. Snow is all gone and it's dry. We need more snow!
The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining; of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
and reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom
has been the quality of Western man.
The photograph reminded me of those opening lines from Shine, Republic by Robinson Jeffers.
And if you want the whole poem look it up for yourself!
I'm thinking of taking a trip to CO on the Harley this summer, for the scenery and to buy some legal 420!
Hope Olena likes her scarf. If not she can use it for a belt. Or do as Japanese ladies do and form it into a backpack. Or use it to bundle groceries. Or wrap something else for somebody else.
The picture shown is a scritchy-scratchy impressionistic, bold orange reds and black but the text description is for Van Gogh's Irises. I decided both images are great and it doesn't matter.
Man, these places like Amazon and Photobucket and such sure do make it easy to send people things. Their services are brilliant. I'm just now realizing that. As business they've got their act together real tight.
When I grocery shop I use a blue cart that I ordered online. Very many people ask me about this because it really does work for this apartment situation. Another woman on my floor mentioned it. So I had one sent to her. It was inexpensive utility cart, say, $45.00 or so, and you'd think the think is valued at $1,000,000.00. That's the reaction that dumb little cart got. And it's like the third such situation and cart.
So that's $3,000,000.00 right there. MATHS!
The photographs enlarged to canvas and sent off created a big deal well beyond their actual value.
Yesterday I got a call from a woman who said she is thinking of me. She too is already married, but she called me to say we hadn't spoken in ages and today her hyacinths came up and that made her think of me because I dropped those boxes of bulbs on her. Unexpectedly, out of the blue, with no rhyme or reason to it, no event, like the bulbs themselves popping up first chance they get, "hello," now she must think of me.
I didn't realize I was this tricky. Now that I know I'm encouraged to buy more boxes of bulbs, by the hundreds, and just have them sent to people. Deal with it. And if they fail, no loss to you.
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