Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Then and Now: June 22, 2011

Simply waxing poetic this morning. 

The dogs woke me at 4:00 a.m.  When I let them out, I stayed on the porch watching dawn arrive.  I could not imagine a better paradise.  Each season has its own joys, challenges and beauty.  And as one slips into the next, there are no regrets.  If I choose to stay on this plane when I die, this is surely the place I will haunt.

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