Thursday Poem - Mornings At Blackwater Pond
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For years, every morning,
I drank from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also,
no doubt, the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged ...
In Loving Memory...
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This garden would never ever have been possible without Jamey... This blog
will forever stay posted in honor of him.
In Loving Memory
James Preston Lawson
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Web Walk
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It is early morning and we are going out the back door to have a walkabout
the garden, as we try and do every single day. We have had some rain
recently so...
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