This week has been so tragic, I’ve put together an assortment of things that always make me smile…my heart goes out to duranta and all the people of new Orleans and the Gulf Coast.
First, a little poem for y’all:
A Welcome
Come in the evening, or come in the morning,
Come when you’re looked for, or come without warning,
Kisses and welcomes you’ll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here, the more I’ll adore you.
Thomas O. Davis
Every week, I go to the community-supported farm up the road, picking flowers and tomatoes in the sunshine, while children play in the sandbox or swing on swings hung from the trees nearby. It’s beautiful place, and I look forward to it every week:
So what makes you smile when times are tough?
