BLUE PEEKING THRU

Did it again---rhymed my title.  I think a poem is brewing.  That is the way it works in me.  Thoughts run around and finally come to a skid and words just come together with my thoughts and a silly poem is formed. We will see.

I was thrilled with an e-mail from Jan this morning, where Ashley is reading a book to Leo-or was he reading to her?  He was laughing as each page was turned.  O my how sweet the sound of his laughter.  I think he is going to read early.  Thank you Jan-you started my day right.  Also many little white clouds with a few real blue ones peeking through.  Walkers walking at least 6 feet apart, a maid sweeping the big patio down back overlooking the Lake.  She pauses often to take in the view.  I understand.  It is kind of wonderful.  All seems to be right with the world, when you survey the heavens.  It really starts my day with trust that God is still there.

Betty Boop