Thursday, April 24, 2014

a tonic and a whistle

he toured the garden... a stout grove of cannas and a stand of oleander... roses out of bloom, but doing nicely, and on the fence, trumpet vine... a profusion of lacecap hydrangea...

A light breeze stole off the water and the purity of the storm-cleansed air was tonic, invigorating.
He thought he heard someone whistling as he went out the rear gate, and was amazed to find it was himself.

~ A new song  (Jan Karon)

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