“You’re the best daughter a mother could ever want,” I used to say. “I’m you’re only daughter,” She would reply with a laugh that seemed to begin from within God’s heart. No… Continue reading
A mind of winter Mundane heart Dormant thought Snowed under A mind of spring Soaring heart flowering thought budding forward A write mind dormant as winter waiting for a spring cleaning
This is how the Vizsla Mutt slept last night: This is what was left for my feet: There was about 10 inches of bed remaining (but they snore so pretty when they’re happy).