There once was a land, no further away than your imagination. A Land where the Trees’ whispers can be heard on the wind. And the squirrels chitter and chatter as they scamper to and fro amongst the branches - playing their endless game of tag.
A Land where the Brooks babble endlessly amid fern covered banks. Fish and Tadpoles play a game of Leapfrog in the clear, cool water and Turtles sunbathe nearby.
A Land where the tall Grasses sway in the breeze as if dancing to a distant tune. Wild flowers wave their petals at the busy Bees who fly by; Beckoning to them. Enticing them.
A Land where the Deer graze peacefully in the lush, green valleys. A Land where the Birds and the Faeries gather in the bushes of an evening to share the day's gossip. And the Frog serenade, with Cricket accompaniment, continues well into the night.
A Land where the morning sun melts the night into the shadows of the day. And at sunset the shadows melt into night. But there are times when the shadows melt into things best left to one’s imagination.
A Land of Melting Shadows.
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There is nothing so sacred as a tree.
It joins the above and the below. During the day, it takes the energy from the Sky and gives it to the Earth. At night it takes energy from the Earth and gives it to the Sky. Northern Ute Elder
We are also an area that has tumbleweed occupations. Our towns are on the banks of the Columbia River and they will set sail down the river, off to invade the Pacific Ocean if they can make it.
I haven't seen tumblin' tumbleweeds since I was a kid on the prairies. We called them Russian thistles and would hold them by the stem (no prickles) and fight each other with them.
What clever ideas for dealing with the infestation!
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May the light always find you on a dreary day. When you need to be at home, may you find your way. May you always have courage to take a chance. And may you never find frogs in your underpants!
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We are also an area that has tumbleweed occupations. Our towns are on the banks of the Columbia River and they will set sail down the river, off to invade the Pacific Ocean if they can make it.
I haven't seen tumblin' tumbleweeds since I was a kid on the prairies. We called them Russian thistles and would hold them by the stem (no prickles) and fight each other with them.
What clever ideas for dealing with the infestation!
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