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If only sunny hours count, I’m only half alive; If boring hues are not allowed, then how can painters thrive? If mountain-top reflections are the only ones worth thought, the valleys couldn’t teach us what despair and troubles ought. .
If only sunny hours count,
I’m only half alive;
If boring hues are not allowed,
then how can painters thrive?
If mountain-top reflections are
the only ones worth thought,
the valleys couldn’t teach us what
despair and troubles ought.
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How true! I love the photo too. ~ Wendy
Thank you, Wendy!
Beautifully rendered message of truth, Melody! And I, too, love the sundial–is it in your garden, also? That garden must be HUGE! God bless you–love, Caddo
Yes, this sundial is in there too – everything is relative, I guess. How big is HUGE? I know how much weeding time it takes, but as to square feet or acres?? Couldn’t tell ya…
Beautiful post, Melody . . . and I love when we can see sun in the valley!
So true! We seem to hold our breath waiting to be on the mountain-top, but there is joy to be had in the valley as well! Thanks for stopping by, Verna!
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Beautiful!
Thank you Elizabeth!
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