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Sunday, August 24, 2008
Sounds of Nature~***
When birds sing, do they call to the flowers in the fields, or are they speaking to the trees, or are they echoing the murmur of the brooks?
For man with his understanding cannot know what the bird is saying, nor what the brook is murmuring, nor what the waves whisper when they touch the beaches slowly & gently.
Man with his understanding cannot know what the rain is saying when it falls upon the leaves of the trees or when it taps at the window panes. He cannot know what the breeze is saying to the flowers in the fields.
But the heart of man can feel & grasp the meaning of these sounds that play upon his feelings. Eternal wisdom often speaks to him in a mysterious language; soul & nature converse together, while man stands speechless & bewildered.
Yet has not man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?
Kahlil Gibran~*
Giraffe's ~***
My menagerie would not be complete without these two giraffe's. They were made by an artist by the name of
Rusty.
I kid you not, his real name is Rusty & he makes animals out of rusty rebar. The big giraffe is 10' tall & the baby is only 8' tall. I moved these to the above location when the pine trees they used to live by got to big.
Rusty.
I kid you not, his real name is Rusty & he makes animals out of rusty rebar. The big giraffe is 10' tall & the baby is only 8' tall. I moved these to the above location when the pine trees they used to live by got to big.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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