At the end of Sparrow Park Road..........there is a forest of Pines and Fern gardens that protect a river as it meanders languidly into the ocean.
To say that I live surrounded by the mystic would be an understatement.
Every morning, as I look out any window in my house, I fill my vision with the majesty of Pine trees that are shrouded in mist. They gild the mountains that gently slope downward into my neighborhood.
On those same mountains lives a myriad of God’s creatures. They hide in the brush of wild Berries and Ferns that blanket the roots of the towering tree trunks where the green moss grows. And, every now and then as a few of them find courage, Deer stroll down into the yards abundant with domesticated delicacies: delicacies that suit their palate. On those rare occasions, we humans silence ourselves and marvel at the wonder.
To say that I live surrounded by the mystic would be an understatement.
Every morning, as I look out any window in my house, I fill my vision with the majesty of Pine trees that are shrouded in mist. They gild the mountains that gently slope downward into my neighborhood.
On those same mountains lives a myriad of God’s creatures. They hide in the brush of wild Berries and Ferns that blanket the roots of the towering tree trunks where the green moss grows. And, every now and then as a few of them find courage, Deer stroll down into the yards abundant with domesticated delicacies: delicacies that suit their palate. On those rare occasions, we humans silence ourselves and marvel at the wonder.
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I HAVE to live in this place!
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