Wednesday, April 23, 2003

"Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Granite is what most of the land in these parts is made of. When homes were built here they did a lot of blasting. Our yard has many of the granite "fragments" from the neighbor's property. They have holes drilled in them. I guess this little lantana found the light at the end of the tunnel and decided to grow through. Some days I feel like I am just trying to grow through tight spots.

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