it’s the monday giggles… A two year old referred to her pockets as snack holes. And this is what I shall forever call them. “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like… More
Tom’s vacation is winding down.
As a result we woke up and JUMPED right into the day!
Fun plans were made for our morning…
Then we moved hurriedly into a full afternoon…
Giddy up and away we go!
(So many buggies on the road in Lancaster County.)
Followed by a relaxing night – just being a couple of Frick&Fracks.
And now it’s time for us to extend a heartfelt CHEERS to ALL who have followed along!
(with) hugs n’ blessings going out to YOU each morning, noon & night!
being with a friend,
is all the therapy
Ready, Set, Go!Continue reading “just steak”
We made it!
With a song in our heart and a whole lot of giggles we arrived safely to our POD.
Tenderly, as we drove those many miles, excerpts from an old Walt Whitman poem danced playfully through my heart and my head.
Song of the Open Road
BY WALT WHITMAN
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.
You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.