If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Just Thoughts
Just garden thoughts--was so proud of the elevated rows in my garden, matting, mulch, etc. but with my soaker hose buried in the mounds, it seeps out and makes canals in between the rows. So I end up with muddy feet. Cool and soothing.
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