Rain

 Thank you Lord

Those beautiful

Water droplets

Hit the concrete

And that aromatic scent

Was heaven sent

fun facts

 Things about me

Trying to curb my shopaholic ways. So hard, but doable. 

Love sweets but curbing that or finding healthier options 

Rereading old favorites weekly. 

Enjoying my daily walks. So good for my health in every way. 

Always looking for new blogs. Miss the old days of blogging. 

Questions

 What is making you smile?

What is on your heart?

What is in your cart?

What are your weekend plans?

What are you reading?

My cute dogs

Too much

Protein bars and books

Rest. Body seems to demand it

A book about tennis courts. Oddly interesting

Your turn

Coffee shop chronicles

 There is 

Nothing like

Feeling the 

Wind sweep

Through 

Every follicle

Riding along

Until you

Arrive at

A favorite 

Coffee shop

Awaiting

The best smoothie

As you commence

The best spectator

Sports ever invented

Watching other patrons

Milling about

loving right now

Enjoying reading a new book

Admiring new stationery

Love funny stickers

New pens are a favorite

Loving browsing new clothing arrivals

Nice surprise was snail mail from a blogging friend

Enjoy watching tennis from Madrid

You

 To be loved

By you

Is a privilege

Even if

It means

I choose

Your ways

Again and again

The world disillusioned

By willful ignorance

Depraved indifference

Greed

That is humanity

Not You

And I need 

To remind myself

Everyday

That you are good

Even when

We are not

We will always

Fall short

Of what

You expect

You know it

Even as

Your love

Transcends color

And creed

You love the poor

With as much fervor

As the rich man

For the poor one

Seems to appear

More receptive

To your plea

It is

So hard

To love

Thy neighbor

These days

And yet 

You still demand it

Loyalty is given

To You

For in six days

You made

A place

Whose beauty 

Brings me 

To my knees

You want it all

My whole heart

Because you 

Gave me yours

Willingly and

Without reservation 

Process in progress

 Basking in

Sweet surrender

Means skipping

In fields of 

Clover and dandelions

Checking for weeds

Knowing those

Have a purpose too

What we detest

Is there

To teach

Our human hearts

How to love

And appreciate 

What we

Can’t stand

It’s in the

Tall and unruly

Clumps of weeds

That I’m learning

To live

With what 

I thought

Was long conquered

And in 

The rear view mirror

The process

The progress

The setbacks

All are part

Of a plan

I’m yet not

Privy to

And maybe

That’s the mission

Trusting

Despite 

Not knowing

The prognosis