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Apple Orchard
I sit in the shadow of apple-boughs,In the fragrant orchard close,
And around me floats the scented air,With its wave-like tidal flows.
I close my eyes in a dreamy bliss,And call no king my peer;
For is not this the rare, sweet time,The blossoming time of the year?
I lie on a couch of downy grass, With delicate blossoms strewn,
And I feel the throb of Nature's heart , Responsive to my own.
Oh, the world is fair, and God is good, That maketh life so dear;
For is not this the rare, sweet time, The blossoming time of the year?
I can see, through the rifts of the apple-boughs, The delicate blue of the sky,
And the changing clouds with their marvellous tints That drift so lazily by.
And strange, sweet thoughts sing through my brain,
And Heaven, it seemeth near; Oh, is it not a rare, sweet time,
The blossoming time of the year?
-- Horatio Alger's poem: Apple-blossoms --
Winter Beach Reflections - Black and White Photography
Pinnacle Gulch, just a short hike through a little valley with a creek below. Well worth the hike :)
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and the lovely contrasting oak trees ..... Just took these yesterday :) this time of year is so pretty here
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Pinnacle Gulch, just a short hike through a little valley with a creek below. Well worth the hike :)
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I love the gray misty winter days at the beach here, the rest of the world seems to sort of disappear and it's just thi...