open, starry spaces

Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming. -L.M. Montgomery       Thanksgiving reminds me … More open, starry spaces

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Heavy winds of late are whipping tree limbs and pushing grass down, and the cold air feels more like fall than spring. When outdoors, I bend my head low to shield my face. I’m glad that certain delicate flowers are late in blooming, otherwise they’d have been blasted away by now. It’s been a cool … More #192-208