This might be the first year the dogwoods lining our property have been this bright and plentiful. It must be a natural cycle…I can’t think how we had a hand in it. There are moments, though, when I imagine that we did something to help sing them into being, into blooming…that we are somehow connected to the world around us.
metaphor
from the Latin. metaphora,
from Gk. metaphora "a transfer," especially of the sense of one word to a different word,
lit. "a carrying over," from metapherein "transfer, carry over," from meta- "over, across" (see meta-) + pherein "to carry, bear" (see infer).
 | Kenneth on boxes… |
 | Marion on boxes… |
 | oakley ice pick sung… on homesick… |
| the last supper… on the last supper… | |
 | Pat on the risk and the reward… |
Posted on April 15, 2011
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