On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower ~May 1834 It isn’t May, and these aren’t rhodies, but they are beautiful. I had to share. Enjoy! The rest of the poem is at the end. This is where we sit each night, to regroup, share a meal, and always a few laughs. This is…
What Do You See?
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” — Anais Nin
“Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.” ~ Anthony J. D’Angelo Can’t be seen in some views, but this gorgeous photo was taken by my son. ❤