I stepped outside my sun room door one morning with a cup of coffee in hand while still in my bathrobe.
Sitting down on the door sill I marveled at the morning's ornaments.
I breathed deeply and the lilacs obliged.
This is a neat birthday story. To call our firstborn a beloved son as well as a friend is a privilege we do not take lightly. We are greatl...
4 comments:
Beautiful! What a lovely spot to sit and refresh.
Very poetic. I'm smelling the lilacs in the early morning sunshine...
Blessings, Debbie
What a gorgeous garden. . I have also sneaked a peek at the basketball hoop, we have one in our front garden.
Beautiful! I think I'm in love with where you live :o).
Blessings!
Deborah
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