Even at my late age, one can dream about dancing again. Dreams are beautiful, and though I may not dance as I did when I was young, who's to say dancing in my "golden years" might be just as lovely.
The days are growing longer again, and I yearn for Spring. Soon the flowers will bloom again. I smelled Spring blowing in a southerly wind a few days ago, and I am nostalgic.
Blessings and joy to each of you who found time to drop by today. Thank you, and Happy Paint Party Friday.
The days are growing longer again, and I yearn for Spring. Soon the flowers will bloom again. I smelled Spring blowing in a southerly wind a few days ago, and I am nostalgic.
Blessings and joy to each of you who found time to drop by today. Thank you, and Happy Paint Party Friday.