Peachblossm: Quiet as a hummingbirds chirp...

From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Quiet as a hummingbirds chirp...

Or in other words not quiet at ALL!!

Hmmm I don't have much for that, but I thought it made a nice blog post title. :)

On Saturday we had a full day. In the morning Alicia and Jaedyn and I went to a Woman's Conference. It was really great. Then we went to the park.

We played and after James' group left we walked to the Snowpetal Garden. There were two other families taking spring pictures with babies. One was 9 months old and she was playing with the petals. the other was like two weeks old and getting his glamour shots with mom. We kept hearing this wierd noise and it took the boys a while with their sharp trees to find this: