The fact that I harvested 4 beautiful roses during these super hot days of summer is nothing short of a miracle.
Which I do happen to believe in by the way. Ordinary, small, wonders. That's my definition of a miracle.
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07/13/2018
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My name is carol...
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Finding joy in the ordinary is a skill which you have perfected. That's one reason that reading your blog is such a pleasure! It really is the small things that makes life worth living.
Posted by: Emie | 07/14/2018 at 01:47 AM
Beautiful Carol!
I agree with Emie, completely! ;o)
Posted by: jacki long | 07/14/2018 at 05:21 PM
Emie: so nice of you to say! Carol
P.S. You too Jacki!
Posted by: carol | 07/14/2018 at 06:31 PM