{"id":22225,"date":"2020-02-07T05:47:19","date_gmt":"2020-02-07T13:47:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=22225"},"modified":"2020-02-07T05:47:25","modified_gmt":"2020-02-07T13:47:25","slug":"our-place-when-we-need-a-break","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=22225","title":{"rendered":"Our Place when we need a break…."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Our place when we need a break? Why, nature, of course. In my instance, after a week of extensive writing projects, it’s no further than my garden. Soaked, peaceful, waiting for spring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Hellebores:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The last of the Hawthorne berries, ignored by the squirrels who grow fat on our birdseeds…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The cedars, crying<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The roses, sending out a first leaf<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And my ornamental fish growing a moss beard with all the rain…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Feeling better, already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here are the last lines of a Thomas Hardy poem, Proud Songster. <\/em>You’ll hear them in the song cycle by Finzi which will conclude this week. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But only particles of grain, and earth, and air, and rain<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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