It won’t be long now, until ever where I look things will be a shade of brown.  The grass is getting lighter and lighter all color leaving the stems. Oh well, ’tis the season, as they say.

“Whatever a man looks for, he sees.”—Olepi—Hanta Yo, Ruth Bee Hill

Look softly and recognize those things that give you peace my friends.

From my world to your heart,

Linda