sarah.yusko:
cosmos
sarah.yusko:
a setting sun still whispers a promise for tomorrow.
sarah.yusko:
i'd rather be at mount vernon with a friend or two about me...
sarah.yusko:
riverbend
sarah.yusko:
intertwined
sarah.yusko:
a bit of fence, caught in a tree
sarah.yusko:
rising sun
sarah.yusko:
fence!
sarah.yusko:
only the lonely
sarah.yusko:
secret garden
sarah.yusko:
old fence
sarah.yusko:
convinced she can do everything she's ever dreamed of with just a little more space.
sarah.yusko:
matildaville
sarah.yusko:
home base
sarah.yusko:
bluebells
sarah.yusko:
growing over
sarah.yusko:
repose
sarah.yusko:
hexagon
sarah.yusko:
the february sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
sarah.yusko:
places i want to remember
sarah.yusko:
just a few lights on this fence
sarah.yusko:
every garderner knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle...a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. and the anticipation nurtures our dream.
sarah.yusko:
wildlife protection
sarah.yusko:
and the days dwindle down to a precious few, september, november--and these few precious days i'd spend with you, these golden days i'd spend with you.
sarah.yusko:
daybreak
sarah.yusko:
little friday blooms
