tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190527156144233655.post4343487870785223826..comments2009-12-19T08:06:03.510-06:00sc morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06327514344421041651noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190527156144233655.post-56350781792052985592009-10-15T20:19:18.038-06:002009-10-15T20:19:18.038-06:00Lovely photo and the poetry.Barbara Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00610140328527165017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190527156144233655.post-44902051848007096952009-09-25T02:49:51.748-06:002009-09-25T02:49:51.748-06:00Many thanks, Sarah, for the reminder that if one leaves the concrete or tarmac there is that soft earth still.<br /><br />I was thinking: I don&#39;t remember much about roads and pavements and concrete patios from my childhood, at least not pleasantly. But the memory of lying on the grass, in the day or the night ... Heaven!<br /><br />As you know, we do green, green grass quite well over here. <br /><br />Cheers!<br /><br />RossRoss Eldridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09250071187770548501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190527156144233655.post-91744477692065975622009-09-24T20:47:27.739-06:002009-09-24T20:47:27.739-06:00yesConnie and Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15747179734922433371noreply@blogger.com