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Exploring and protecting nature in central PA. See you in February! January 15, 2018. The weather forecast for Tuesday night is calling for snow and bitter cold, so the JVAS Board has decided to cancel. Calling All Christmas Bird Counters! Please cont.
Trying Really Hard NOT To Bore The Heck Out Of You. Tuesday, September 2, 2014. That is mostly because I broke down and got on FaceBook. I said forever how FaceBook was the Devil and I would never be part of it, but once I dipped my toe in.
Roman options to relieve stress of public life. Roman villas were country houses built for the elite where urbanites could escape the heat of a Roman summer and return to the more old-fashioned pursuits of the countryside or take time away from the city to relax. However, they were also an escape from the stresses of public life in Rome. It was this constant pressure in Rome that made a villa an essential retreat from the stresses of public life for a wealthy Roman.
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Oh man, I almost feel weird posting here again. Life has been so crazy busy that this little blog of mine fell by the wayside. Now I have something to share though! And hope to see you again soon. Time to bring some life back to this place! .
Richard Allen has designed and built well over 100 gardens during a career spanning 25 years. Based in Atlanta Ga, he is very active and runs an extremely busy design, build and maintain landscape company, creating gardens large and small, throughout Acworth, Kennesaw, Marietta, Woodstock, Dallas, Emerson, Cartersville, Atlanta, Sandy Springs and Dunwoody, GA. Dreamscapes Professional Full Service Maintenance Programs st.
Slipstream Poetry and Stories from the Dreamscapes. Hollowed Grounds 22 February, 2011. We walk across the hollowed grounds. Emptied by what has passed before. No reverence for what has been lost. No piety for what remains. In between the petrified roots winding down into veins of stones. No deity formed from the stains of spirits and souls. Which echo through the hollow soils. In the darkening we wander. The soils washed away, no ashes left to plume.