All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. J.R.R Tolkien
Fall, the second spring, a time where everything must die to make room for new life, for new growth. Fall brings a new type of beauty to the eye its beholder. Fall paints a painting using colors that bring warmth without the heat. Fall, offers a new beginning.
If the sight of blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. Eleonora Duse By mistake, I stumbled upon this tiny birds nest, nestled tightly between the branches of my tree. Without any knowledge of what type of bird lived there, I decided to take a peak inside. To my surprise, three little blue eggs remained inside, indicating that these eggs must belong to a robin
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