Sunday, April 3, 2011

Don't you waste me in the ground





She says "wake up, it's no use pretending" 
I'll keep stealing, breathing her. 
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending 
One of us will die inside these arms 
Eyes wide open, naked as we came 
One will spread our ashes 'round the yard 

She says "If I leave before you, darling 
Don't you waste me in the ground"

Iron and Wine: Naked As We Came

It's officially Spring. I mowed the lawn today and weeded. Yard work, Harumph.

To celebrate a the season here are some photos from a garden I will never have (Buchart Gardens)

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