Come climb the hill with me Come and be still with me Come watch the sun sink away If you will with me
Come watch the garden grow Down by the gravel road Come warm your hands in the gold Of the afterglow
Into the peace of these wild things, Into the wild of this grace, Into the grace of this blessing, Speak in the peace of this place... ~Andrew Peterson
Dooley and I took a walk on the railroad tonight... and we watched the sun setting around us. We heard something rustling in the bushes nearby... I hoped it was a moose! But it was a strange bird with a big orange feather on his head (I've got to ask my dad about that one). I looked up and saw the two Squaw mountains in the distance. They are calling to me... I think I'll be climbing up there again this week. I really can't wait.
this maine of yours. it does seem magical. that song fits that picture just perfectly.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh. Two months and I'll be there. Very happy for you....
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