Day 92
My house-sitting gig . . . lovely setting.
Day 93
. . . and they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Day 94
Shelley on the hunt.
Day 95
So tempting to pop those purple balloons and help them along.
Day 96
Easter Egg radishes from 2 EE's Market.
Love that place . . . lots of home grown, no spray produce.
Day 97
Knocked over, laid down low, still blooming . . .
there's a message there.
Day 98
A field of wildflowers through a slightly rainy window.
isn't it marvelous all the beauty a heart can find~ you must change your profile info though, to state you are a grandma also with a little mister...
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I was thinking about that when I did the post, Susan. I'll get to it.
DeleteBeautiful as always Andrea... and yes, I can feel the lesson taught by the Iris. Thank you dear heart.
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