Today dawned cold, drizzly, and dreary. Truthfully, I’m not completely sure about that as I wasn’t up at dawn, but I’m pretty sure it was cold, quite wet, and dreary. I decided this would be a good week to move to the Bahamas. Instead, I made another batch of scones and braved the wet two miles to take them to Mom and Shan at Poet’s Garden.
I ask you, how can anyone be downcast at this
little piece of earth? Even if it is cold and raining.
Ahh. Inside. Even Better.
On our way out…
Life goes on.
An excuse to be fierce:
In search of mud puddles instead of getting in the truck:
A three-year old who loves to help momdrive up the driveway:
Escaping again. Must have needed some quiet time.
I think this is a good night to turn in early.