Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Recounting Blessings
Tonight I am grateful for home and kindness, and for the ability to recall good memories.
Have any particular blessings caught your notice lately? I'd love to read about any you wish to share here!
Kindness is beginning to seem more and more vital to me. I'm glad you've been experiencing it, and I hope the distress eases. Thanks for sharing your blessing here.
The beauty of crepe myrtle -- red, pink, lavender. purple -- blooming in the yards of my mother's hometown . . .
ReplyDeleteI can envision them! Thanks for sharing the joy.
DeleteVery grateful for the kindness of friends during mildly distressing days. Very much so.
ReplyDeleteKindness is beginning to seem more and more vital to me. I'm glad you've been experiencing it, and I hope the distress eases. Thanks for sharing your blessing here.
DeleteA hand written letter from a friend.
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