A walk {Part 1 of 3}

This day I thought it was going to rain. And it did. Good thing I brought my umbrella. First thing I was greeted with was a proud red rooster. Right downtown. He was very feisty looking. If a town has free roaming chickens, it is my kind of town.

“Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.”
¸.•*´¨`♥ Charles W. Chesnutt

Then I took a little trip into the old drugstore. I got a little something special for someone a little special. These bottles caught my eye.

“It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out”
¸.•*´¨`♥ Alexander Pope

Then I began walking. First up St. George Street where I saw some pretty flowers.

"Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!”
¸.•*´¨`♥ Ralph Waldo Emerson

"After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Anne Morrow Lindbergh


{Continue to part 2...}