Fragrance Fair
Like lowly flower
Along a path —
Be glad
When you can give forth
Fragrance fair
When trod upon
Like lowly flower
Along a path —
Be glad
When you can give forth
Fragrance fair
When trod upon
The misty morning,
The sea-salt air,
The flowers blooming,
Without a care.
A fresh beginning,
The day starts new.
Our spirits filling
With purest dew.
The freshness waning
As day grows old.
With faith sustaining,
We must be bold.
When sadness threatens,
When fear seems strong,
The Spirit will come
With fresh’ning song.
Camp Freeway
One early morning this summer, I was driving past a freeway on-ramp, and I noticed a camping tent amongst the trees. If I hadn’t known that I was on a freeway, the area looked very much like a campground, with lovely pine trees, but of course without picnic benches, running water, showers, or toilets. But the place did look a lot like a typical California campground.
A few days later, there were two tents. Word was getting around.
But after a few weeks, no more tents. It would be interesting to know the stories of the people involved.
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