Belonging to something greater, must be more than a gift, regarded as though in passing, like dreams that do uplift. Surely season's will come and they will go, as a breeze that does caress, reminding people of younger day's, when the world was without less stress. Sunday's are made to just relax, enjoy the sound's that pass. Listen to the leave's wrestle, on that gentle breeze, will always do best. Just take rest, focus on the importance of pausing, sleeping, and finding peace and stillness...
Good Morning to You, Ally, and a wonderful start to a awesome, relaxing day. Not a care in the world, just stopping by to say hey...Hope that the day turn's out admirable, as the color's of Autum passes by...
the heater is set at 73* in the house, and the hubby is so cold, he's under his couch blanket AND has a fire in the fireplace going....I had to get a fan to blow on me and I'm weariing shorts so I can be comfortable...talk about "opposites" LOL!
