A little bit of love ready to go out in tomorrow's post.
It's been a full day, out to breakfast with my grandfather (where I listened to tales of travels to Turkey, Greece, and Istanbul), a daily doctor trip, and a stop to pick up the groceries needed for a special dinner request. We move at a slow pace, which makes me notice so much more. The way the little yellow weed flowers move in the wind. How much more the barn on the corner has decayed since my last visit. The black cows no longer sleeping in the shadows since the weather has turned cooler. Every day there is something difficult, but somehow, without fail, something happens to turn the day around. I'm afraid to hope that this will always be true. But I will.
Happy new week to you all, S