|I actually went for a walk yesterday. Our neighborhood is looking a little parched. There were still lovely sights to behold. Isn't this bench pretty?|
See my goldfinch? Isn't it pretty? They love the cosmos and the sunflowers.
This girl is doing her job, reflecting the light.
Two strings of words I leave with you:
1. The stairway to the kingdom is within you, secret in your soul. (Way of the Ascetics by Tito Colliander)
2. O Lord, make Thy way plain before me. Let Thy glory be my end. Thy Word my rule, and then, Thy will be done.
(King Charles I)
Out the door I go, walking in my green shoes, smelling good summer smells, thinking a million thoughts, blissfully unaware of the passage of time. You come, too.