I'd forgotten how difficult it is to pick up worms. You really have to own them- show 'em who's boss....I threw one on martha's windsheild tonight as she was dropping me off. She then honked for a good minute or two as I was buckled over in the middle of the wet street, yellow streetlamps illuminating the windsheild, laughing with gut-wrenching joy......it was simply marvelous.
The good things that a spring rain can bring.....
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I'm a wife, daughter, sister, teacher, friend, seamstress, reader, baker, chef, knitter, crocheter, writer, mother of Charlie the dog. I love the LORD and aspire to serve him in every facet of my life. I'm inspired by the rain, music and people who serve with every ounce of their being.
I love to write. And this is my humble little blog.
I love to write. And this is my humble little blog.
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2 comments:
Will you come visit me so I can the laugh that only comes out with you?
ya but only if i can come at the same time. just let me know when you're going. bye
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