Now that I am elderly (77) I seem to think backwards more than ever before.  🙂

In doing so yesterday, I realized those memories are tiny milestones in (my) our life

Wee little moments we will probably take with us right unto the hour we pass over.

Not great events (although there are some), but little sparkles of richness in our lives.

The liquid song of a bird, or the rich humming of the honey bees busy in the gardens.

The sky!  The sky in its last blaze of glory before it pales into the gloaming.

It’s the little things.

From my heart to your world,

Linda