Friday, July 12, 2013

My Swing in the Woods

Something I created for myself. Can't tell you how soothing it is to swing and have green up above and all around, and little birds singing close by.

1 comment:

Galadram said...

Molly Piper, looking down your tree green path and feeling the silence, I am brought to mind as an old Latin student of Marcus Aurelius then and now... as I hold the sound of no sound and no Motocross race track being established down the road from me, but instead the small brown wren with the longest song in North America, singing this late July many weeks later than usual... that the wren's song is the strongest sound we hear for ever and anon. Nadja