Friday, April 26, 2013


    The prayers for re-leaf from the Moors of Brecknock have been answered and the morbid moors have become a tantalizing dell. The long winter nakedness is now gradually dressing in the clothes of spring.

    Birds test the branches for this year’s new real estate and the hummingbirds and butterflies will soon unknowingly pick up their pollination supplies while nourishing their thirst for nectar.

    Frank Sinatra wonders where have all the springs and winters of a lifetime gone. Well one of those springs is right here in Brecknock with September well into the future.

    An uncountable number of gentle greens welcome the ravishing reds among the passionate pinks and amiable amethyst arbors.

    Could this be anything but foreplay for summer?
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