Life has been seeming a little heavy lately, like it sometimes does.
Locked up emotions seem impenetrable.
I usually just wait for the fog to lift when that happens.
Enjoy the view in spite of it.
Wait for God to bring me out and breathe new life on the dead bones.
I did make it out to raid my parents’ garden, though.
There’s nothing like fresh plunder to perk up a slumping soul.
Never underestimate the power of peas in the pod,
a welcome mat,
a good dog,
and knowing you didn’t have to do any of the work…
to reap the rewards.
Still, parents can be a little scary–at any age…
Jasper and Ralph could only watch helplessly behind the locked door at the aftermath outside–when the Small Rodents truck collided with the Small Flightless Birds truck . . .
Last night was a sailor’s delight
spilling tipsy smiles without warning
on an unsuspecting June morning.
Just having one of those I know I should have done more with my day kind of days.