The Morning Porch

May 27, 2011 by Dave Bonta

Random lilac, red maple and black cherry leaves have flipped over, exposing their pale undersides—evidence of a downpour in the wee hours.

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Liz - old Raven

May 27, 2011 at 5:32 pm

Your words are lovely … calming. I love the Corvid in your banner. We are related.
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