The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, every hour, some heavenly blessings.’ Henry Ward Beecher Gentle breeze billows curtains, Blue sky, clouds of fluff. Sometimes the beauty is missed, By a narrow gaze. Take joy in the little things. From a walk through Talleyrand Park–the first peony of the season.
The weather this spring has been strange, No matter where you make your home. I think it mirrors the changing face, Of the pandemic as we stay – mostly alone. Some days I’m fine and enjoy the free time, Other days, I’m unhinged, no purpose in mind. I’m thankful some progress has been made, AndContinue reading “Weather Mirrors Moods”