And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing...
("There's A Song In The Air", Josiah G. Holland, 1819-1881)
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(See the birdie?)
I went for a walk today...
It had just finished raining...
And so I gazed skywards so that leftover raindrops would fall on my face...
I stomped in mud puddles on purpose, not caring a fig that people driving by probably thought I was nutsy-cuckoo.
I mailed Blaine's tax documents to the
3 comments:
Thank you for the pictures and I am so glad you are living how you want to and not caring what others think. Life is far too short to let others rule it for you.
Glad to see spring is where you are. When you're finished with it could you send it over here? Thanks.
Ginger on Long Island. Cold, damp Long Island.
am sooo glad you survived the green bean cassarole making, know you deserved to splash in puddles and enjoy your walk after all the hard work and stress it takes to make that cassarole, hope you had some really great socks on, Maggie
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