The mist over the Lake is lovely. Not too much, just enough to make me want to be a painter It would still be hard to capture the beauty. You can tell how much I enjoy my "time on the Balcony" Can't imagine not having the pleasure. I saw two sets of walkers. Good, they are coming back. I hear geese fussing at the end of the Lake. Birds on the Chapel steeple. My lower level neighbor reading his paper, and just now the sun is breaking through. Another beautiful day, as Truman would say when he prayed--"Thank you Lord for another day in your Kingdom." I have a few of his prayers he would write on paper before he prayed to a crowd. They were always sort of alike. SO BE IT.
Betty Boop
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