Ideas have flickered in and out of my thoughts for 2025
What would I like to get done this year? Are there any projects waiting for me to finally finish up? Do we (Terry and I) want to take a wee trip here and there to see something new and/or different?
Then I go outside and sit on the bench watching the stars and planets spinning quietly in the sky.
And I think—maybe just enjoying the fragrance of each and every night is enough. The beauty of the day is perfect as it is. No matter what has been accomplished or what has been left undone.
Maybe the rest of my life is more like a bouquet of flowers instead of a list of chores.
“May your walls know joy, may every room hold laughter, and every window open to great possibility.” — Mary Anne Radmacher
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda

































