it was the end of a day that
was cool and damp here by the woods.
Yet I could feel Spring in the air.
Could not resist picking up hoe
and chopping out a few winter weeds
even though ground is nothing but mud.
Mind is saying
why are you doing this
and I answer
because I want to.
washer is going
and just finished a bowl of soup.
Do not feel like reading and it is
too early to go to bed
So -- I started looking at my Jamie's
writing and some pictures she
posted several years ago.
This made me smile
an old picture I took of Jamie and her brother.
That sure was wild wall paper - cannot imagine
having that type of taste.
But then I was about 36 so glad
my style changed...
Then a picture of my youngest granddaughter
in an over sized t-shirt when she spent the
night with me.
All in all
Life is Good....