It is a beautiful picture and has inspired me to share a masacared version of a poem by Emily Dickinson. HOPE Hope is the thing with feathers, that sits in a tree all day, it does it's little business, and then it flies away.
Now that I have left you with no hope, I HOPE you had a good laugh, which has alway served me well when things look hopeless. Perpetual joy to you ~ Deann
As life changes, I find myself far from what my dreams had imagined. Reality has found me caring for my elderly mom who is sliding deeper into Alzheimers ... every day has become a unique challenge. The best I can do is to try to life as normal as possible for those around me.
That is a beautiful picture!
ReplyDeleteOoooooh. It is like a jewel. Thank you for sharing your hope,Sissy.
ReplyDeleteIt is a beautiful picture and has inspired me to share a masacared version of a poem by Emily Dickinson.
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Hope is the thing with feathers,
that sits in a tree all day,
it does it's little business,
and then it flies away.
Now that I have left you with no hope, I HOPE you had a good laugh, which has alway served me well when things look hopeless.
Perpetual joy to you ~ Deann
Great sunrise shot!
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