My favorite stepping stone in the garden.
This late afternoon while I was knitting the second scrappy sock, outside my window the courting mourning doves were cooing, the tiny Gold finch male was calling, and the Wind chimes were sounding their beautiful tones gently in a balmy wind.
This is the best time of the year - before the heat of summer and after the frosts of winter. It was so peaceful that I wished every sentient being could have this feeling of peace that was mine.
I wish you Peace, and all the good things of life in abundance.
I could feel the peace from your post! Looooove your favorite stepping stone!
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ReplyDeleteDays have raced by in this inexorable new destiny for the world, and I just flat out go behind. I think I'll go look at my stepping stone and be reminded that the Earth, bless it, will endure. The stone is a slice of petrified log- millions of years old. Helps me keep perspective.