..where I does not exist, nor you..
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
*Now everything you had is gone, this world keeps rolling on*
Neither the title or the lines reflect my mood but Oh my, do I ever have the song in my head : - )
14th Mar 2012, 18:28
Hillman Minx... Love it <3
13th Mar 2012, 21:30
*"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.*
George E. Woodberry
He only gets a birthday every 4 years, the rest of the time he has to share with St David. Happy Birthday Gorgeous xxx
Hope you like this tree and the tree shadow : - )