Photos, always...and coffee forever
Very nice, Lorraine...methinks every day is perfect for a dream, every dream is perfect for a day....and any dream/day could be tousled into oblivion -- life is beautiful like that; except when the March-June sun is upon my head....and today we have very fine weather after a good morning rain :)love, dev
very true Dev but sometimes you only feel the ripples the next day, and never worry I love all your comments
yes, true :)love, dev
smiles. so yesterday was a good day...afree with dev in that each day holds potential for something special...
I have had maybe a dozen days in my life where I have made note to myself that if I was never granted another, that this one was so perfect that I would be fine with that!
yesterday's dream or yesterday's day? that is the questionmuch love...
Those are rare days indeed. Your blog reminds me of the whole concept of memory - how we tie an image, or a scent, or a conversation to one particular day or event, and then go back at times and flip through them like a mental photo album, smiling and remembering. (or maybe that's just how my own mind works.)
Oh, I've had so many yesterday's that I loved so much and looking forward to each tomorrow that will soon be just a memory but it shall be a beautiful memory as I love each day that I am given!Nice, very nice, lorraine!
Dev :)Yes Brian, it does, I'm glad you afree :)Kathy, you shave millions of those :)Gillena, in the end, my dear, isn't it all the same :)Wow Li that is a very generous and beautiful comment, thank you :)
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