Delightful. A quiet morning, stolen away. Tucked inside the tent, with bright sun above and cool breeze blowing through.
Christmas lights hung by my daughter strung high. No matter that they twinkle more by night than by day. I delight in her creativity and identify with her desire to add beauty to the world.
No matter, sinus stuff. Blessings, peace, and joy abound in the corner of my yard, in my own little world.