cool as a cucumber

The mailman said oh no thank you, you know you wouldn’t believe that I get offered a lot of veggies during this time of the month

Poppy’s growing out of a rain gutter

Iris is growing beside a white picket fence

The home has been well attended, sometimes the house still feels empty

Walking up a hill, sometimes a great place to start

Downhill, cruising baby

I haven’t always been a kind guest

Asking out for prayers

I walk around the neighborhood and think of times when I walked with you

I’m deciding that I’m in no need of convincing

Consider this my biggest hurdle yet

Two weeks ago, someone playing piano – – today someone singing