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Mountain Laurel, Wild Plants Needing Protection, 1912

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Visit Original Link

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Can’t Help Falling In Love With You - Fleet Foxes

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I’d definitely buy a Fleet Foxes album with nothing but covers.

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Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Albert Camus (via thatkindofwoman)

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Rest in peace, Doc Watson

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Nathan has 5 days off from work, so we are making the most of it. Yesterday we took a drive to Ithaca, NY. These are the beautiful Ithaca Falls:

We also came home with some new books and records:

The records made for great listening this morning as we had breakfast in bed- homemade blueberry crumb bars and strawberry hearts: 

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Perfoliate honeysuckle (Lonicera caprifolium)

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A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

   Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

   And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

   And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

   Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

   Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each to-morrow

   Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

   And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

   Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

   In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

   Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

   Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act,— act in the living Present!

   Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

   We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

   Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

   Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

   With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

   Learn to labor and to wait.