So why keep on sweeping the floor, washing the windows, vacuuming the rugs?

When there are so many more things to accomplish…’stuff’ to add to the tiny little cubbyholes of my mind.

Things that cannot be committed to paper

Those tiny spots, of which, if we will just stop and ‘see, will creep over us; tiptoe into our memory banks,

Fill up our wonder…then when old age creeps in, and the body can no longer preform…then those small precious celebrations will spill out in brightly colored heaps, reminding us of yesteryear.

From my world to your heart,

Linda