• 2nd April
    2011
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  • 26th March
    2011
  • 26
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There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book.

  • 26th March
    2011
  • 26
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You can never discover new oceans if you’re scared to lose sight of the shore. Life is either an adventure or nothing!

  • 26th March
    2011
  • 26
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elspethjane: The gardens were planted in 1861 by Julien De Cerval. De Cerval was an intense gardener who gave the last thirty years of his life to build Marqueyssac. “It is almost exclusively made up of clipped box but near the chateâu this is clipped into elaborate swirling designs and includes paths of clipped rosemary and santolina. There is then a much wilder walk in woodland and clipped box which meanders 130 metres above the river giving fabulous views. There is an area with swings and a picnic area and during the summer on certain days children older than 6 can learn rock climbing. During the summer each Thursday evening the gardens are lit by candlelight and various musicians play in different parts of the garden. A magical experience not to be missed. The Gardens at Marqueyssac are one of the few Dordogne attractions to remain open all year round.” (via Sarah Klassen/Haute Design: Garden: of Marqueyssac)

elspethjane:

The gardens were planted in 1861 by Julien De Cerval. De Cerval was an intense gardener who gave the last thirty years of his life to build Marqueyssac. “It is almost exclusively made up of clipped box but near the chateâu this is clipped into elaborate swirling designs and includes paths of clipped rosemary and santolina. There is then a much wilder walk in woodland and clipped box which meanders 130 metres above the river giving fabulous views. There is an area with swings and a picnic area and during the summer on certain days children older than 6 can learn rock climbing. During the summer each Thursday evening the gardens are lit by candlelight and various musicians play in different parts of the garden. A magical experience not to be missed. The Gardens at Marqueyssac are one of the few Dordogne attractions to remain open all year round.”

(via Sarah Klassen/Haute Design: Garden: of Marqueyssac)

  • 24th March
    2011
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Love doesn’t walk away. People do.

  • 23rd March
    2011
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The truth would be worthless if no one ever lied,
So we carry our shame in the interest of pride.
And we have all these questions to make us go roam,
and we’ve got all this distance to make us come home.
Antje Duvekot, Merry Go Round (via quote-book)
  • 23rd March
    2011
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    2011
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    2011
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  • 22nd March
    2011
  • 22
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jerzee55: New DayI was awake this morning before the dawnThe sky was still back, the fog cold and heavyI went for a walk, in the dark, in my mindI needed relief from the sadness and gloom.In my mind I had traveled to a place I had beenJust above tree line on the side of a mountainFacing east, the sky began to glow with promiseAs fog filled valleys became visible belowSeveral weather weary trees struggling to surviveWere outlined against the luminescent skyThe sun was still below the horizon, Lumbering upwards towards the mountain top cloudsI stood there watching all of this in silenceNo bird song, no buzzing insects, or chirping cricketsUntil a breeze blew up from the valley, Creaking some dried out branches against each other.I began to smile, this was all in my mindA beautiful image I created to readjust my thinkingAnd prepare for a new day, a better dayWhere just like in my image, I am all alone.©jbz New Day By Ron Jones

jerzee55:

New Day

I was awake this morning before the dawn
The sky was still back, the fog cold and heavy
I went for a walk, in the dark, in my mind
I needed relief from the sadness and gloom.

In my mind I had traveled to a place I had been
Just above tree line on the side of a mountain
Facing east, the sky began to glow with promise
As fog filled valleys became visible below

Several weather weary trees struggling to survive
Were outlined against the luminescent sky
The sun was still below the horizon,
Lumbering upwards towards the mountain top clouds

I stood there watching all of this in silence
No bird song, no buzzing insects, or chirping crickets
Until a breeze blew up from the valley,
Creaking some dried out branches against each other.

I began to smile, this was all in my mind
A beautiful image I created to readjust my thinking
And prepare for a new day, a better day
Where just like in my image, I am all alone.
©jbz

New Day By Ron Jones

(via jerzee55-deactivated20120427)