Tuesday, November 22, 2011

every leaf speaks bliss to me.

Mary Anne Evans, better known by her pen name, George Eliot, once stated, 


"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

My boys and I would agree. We took a walk together down to the dog park, basking in the Carolina sunshine and the abundance of leaves beneath our feet. 































If I could, I'd make my bed on the hardening earth, turn my face to the warmth of the sun, and enjoy the silence of the world.


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