The fear of the Coronavirus…the media seems to be saying that we are experiencing the appearance of the dreadful horseman of pestilence and death.
Possibly. It sure seems so each and every day.
Possibly. I really don’t know.
And like each and every one of you, I won’t know until we move through this time and come out on the other side.
But I can tell you, I still enjoy walking on the farm with Beaglie, sometimes Terry and Mindy. But always with Boomer
I love the long shadows the clean and silver moon-light throws behind the bushes, the trees, and the equipment
The movement of the clouds tangling with the moonlight, covering the moon
Silvering light which lights up the world
Making the world seem as if we are sailing closer to the moon each and every night
Growing larger, then grower smaller.
Each day a marvelous gift to you and me.
I pray that your God is with you, I thank my God for all my blessings!
From my world to your heart,