I had the pleasure to sit on my deck after dinner, in the quiet of twilight. The peace of a fading ski, bird chatter, and the muffled laughter of the girls inside does my heart and soul good. Something about a moment to sit and absorb the world around me keeps me going and smiling while I'm at it.
Thank you for the gift of my little deck garden. My happy little blossoms that provide shelter from the craziness around me is such a peace-filled hobby. And one that connects me to my mother, my mother's mother, and her mother before her. Thank you for the gift of earth, of flower, and of appreciating time to take it all in.
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