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7.03.2015

:: Blue ::




It is so rainy here. The ground is like a soaked sponge that needs to be wrung out. 
Every time I walk through the yard it feels like I'm sinking into it... and that's creepy.


I'm steering clear of the garden... because at this point, it resembles a small pond. Fishing anyone?


Point is. It really needs to stop raining. Dark, gloomy days do nothing to improve my spirit, 
then again... those types of days do put me in a place of tranquility.


They make me slow down. Reflect. Relax. Nap. Guess when I think about it... 
we could really use the rain... and slowing down... isn't such a bad thing.





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