( Notice the green - it's native rhodies in most of the pics and it's a lovely in winter and blooms in late spring even more lovely. )We are stardust we are golden
we are billion year old carbon.
I dreamed I saw bomber death planesriding shotgun in the sky
turning into butterflies
above our nation. . .
Got to get back to the land and my set soul free.... . . and I feel as if I am a cog in somethin turnin. . .
and life is for learnin. . .
We are caught in the devils bargain. . .
and we got to get ourselves back to the garden. . .
~Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
