Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets. Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he? Dickon: About what, Miss Mary? Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know. Dickon: I'll know. Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone? Dickon: Promise. Mary: No one? Dickon: Not a soul.
Mary: The spell was broken. My uncle learned to laugh, and I learned to cry. The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
I remember having The Biggest crush on Dickon. Hell, I still think he's adorable.
The Wild West. You've captured my spirit life times ago. Your grandeur is overwhelming. So Ancient... Sprawling Mountain ranges for as much as one can bare. My wild heart has wandered these lands on Horseback. Reading under a shady Oak. Drinking whiskey under the night sky. Pacific ocean... your song's too great, too sweet to ever ignore. you're everything I love and more.
*Side Note: If you're a lover of the West, read Wild Horse Mesa By Zane Grey Hands down Zane Grey is my favorite author, * ___________________________________
Well, it's about 102 degrees outside. It's truly a shame to be leaving Los Angeles during it's Summer Peak. When I first moved out here from Chicago, I lived in 'The Valley' for 4 years. which acclimated me to the summer temps. averaging around 109.
Now after 8 years in California, I have the thinnest blood. if it gets cooler than 78, I'm freezing. (i'm always that one person who shivers tremendously)
The blazing sun, the dry desert heat. I relish in all it's presence.
On a Chicago Note: You will force me to spend money I don't have on warm clothing. I think I'm up for the challenge.
Andros I: Tell me about your Paradise Island. Wonder Woman: Oh, it's beautiful. It's tranquil and peaceful. It's outside of time Andros. We cherish old ways. We are close to the ancient, natural order of things. We live together in harmony with our living Earth.
The Fool: I am ignorant, but I read books. You won't believe it, everything is useful... this pebble for instance. Gelsomina: Which one? The Fool: Anyone. It is useful. Gelsomina: What for? The Fool: For... I don't know. If I knew I'd be the Almighty, who knows all. When you are born and when you die... Who knows? I don't know for what this pebble is useful but it must be useful. For if its useless, everything is useless. So are the stars!
I really need to know the story behind this photo. So we have Tipi's in the distance, so it's an obvious village... Then the row of Americans ready to fight and claim land? Yet we have a group of Native Americans with the Chief present calmly observing this? what's going on!?
The only thing I truly wish people did in tradition with writing the name, place, and date on the back of the photo, is to have written a Briefing.