Sometimes life is so full of everything else that we forget that there is something called the internet.
My days have been filled with babies, parents, family and puppies and kitties. Yard work is endless here in Western Kentucky…and that is a very good thing. Sitting and watching the sunrise, to relaxing and taking in the sunset after a long day. Life is good.
Western Kentucky is beautiful. So if I have been absent from the cyber-world it is not that I haven’t appreciated every single comment and like, it is simply because nowadays there are just not enough hours in a day to do all the things I love to do.
I thought I would just stop in and post one of our beautiful sunsets and share it with you all…
Once again thank you for sharing all your beautiful and creative work and for checking my out.
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Just living is not enough…
one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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©Cynthia L. Baker 2015 -Permission to reprint in full, or part, must be requested of the author in advance. All Photography is copyright protected.
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“Heaven Must Be A Kentucky Kind Of Place”.
“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.”
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― Wendell Berry – Kentucky Author, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
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His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,