Joy and beauty are where you find them. One person’s joy is terror to another. In bragging about his wife, the old German farmer is said to have said, “She ain’t much to look at but she’s hell for stout.”
It rained last night and this morning’s sky is cloudy. I’ve been saving two pics for a day like this.
I remember teaching my sister how to make a doll from two hollyhock blossoms. Did you ever do that?
We’ll be meeting with our son for lunch today. Lot’s of joy in that.
I’m having mixed feelings today. This is the second day that I can’t get to Facebook. I don’t know whether to be joyful or sad . . . Perhaps it’s a thing of beauty?