Amidst the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms and the busy humming of spring bees stands an old brick house on Church street.
The house has been painted several different colors over the years perhaps by different owners but the present owner enjoys both privacy and beauty. Windows shuttered and blinds pulled to give the appearance of emptiness within. Recluse, though the owner may be, he certainly has a need to be noticed. His yard is beautifully kept with small pathways winding through the ground cover, now spread over the entire area within the fence.
If his inner beauty even somewhat approaches the outer beauty, he would have many friends to help in the yard...if only he would let them in.
Eyes Closed - Today's muse: Verse Escape: Friday 55 * * * *Eyes Closed* Eyes closed to hide sorrow or, perhaps, to withdraw from harsh reality. No matter. Either...
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