“But now I wanted nothing more than to be the girl so free that fireflies shined as her night-lights, cicadas sang her symphonies, and the forest stood as her cathedral.”
― Meagan Church, The Last Carolina Girl
Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune. -Robert Hunter
Work beneath the surface, patiently.
Get out when it is warm.
Rise together.
Leave your old self behind, come out of your shell.
When necessary make some noise. -Unknown
See the world around you!
LC's Cottage 