August 20, 2018
I was born on a Monday. At two in the afternoon, so they say. At my age, fair of face is more a matter of growing in grace! If I can gracefully bear, and gracefully strive…what more could one ask of a Monday? For my new week and yours, here’s a partial list of things I’m thankful for:
Work to do and a nice place to do it:
A squirrel, a clean birdbath, and some pink flowers:
Happy veronica:
And a lizard keeping a low profile in Hardin County (thanks as always to sister Kate for these delights!)
Everlasting Arms 