i slept on the lawn of this house
and woke to this flower
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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18 comments:
What could be better?
I love your new banner. Exquisite!
Cool!
REALLY?
shriek!
xo
erin
The house is exactly the sort I should llove to peek inside ... and the flower, so beautiful and a joy to awaken to.
You seem to be happy out of doors; continue to enjoy it!
That looks like a gingerbread house in a fairy tale!
Lovely house to sleep by and lovely flower (cosmos?)
I feel this house has many stories to tell.
I want to sleep on that lawn!
(jealous, in a good way)
thankyou reya. steven
ellen - ultra! steven
erin - really - echoshriek. steven
aguja - it was the original farmhouse for the area and was huge - deceptively huge and airy inside. a big dinner party of twenty or so people all feasted and drank their way into the evening right where i took this photograph. through the evening there was a heavy dewfall. when i woke, this flower was right there, right outside my tent. oh my. steven
hope it's a place of incredible love and extraordinary people. truly amazing people. steven
weaver - lovely all around even though i don't know the name of the flower!!! steven
tess - just wandering inside and around the grounds you can feel the depth of history - alll good. steven
terresa - in the past couple of weeks i've slept in a firehall, on a pew, on a back lawn and in countless campsites. this place was the most magical by far. steven
It sounds like the stuff that keeps you young and happy, akin to everything. Lovely.
ruth - it so very is!! steven
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