The sky was airbrushed with gloriously delicate hues this morning. I was compelled to stop, admire and give thanks, and share with you.
If you look just above and to the right of the centre, there is the fingernail, waning, almost gone, crescent moon.
I neither need nor want to say more.
You might be able to take the previously Texan from Texas; you may be unable to take all of Texas out of the previously Texan. Though I am Canadian, this armadillo reminds me, daily, where I came from.
Fitzi, head cocked a bit to his right, watched Faye come out the door.
He is such a good dog.
Today’s sunrise was marvellous. I’m very blessed to be able to witness such beauty.
Although greeting every new day is a blessed event, this new day’s spectacle was truly remarkable and I’m thankful to have witnessed it.
We spent much of a recent very pleasant spring day outside tending to things that needed tending to. Lucy and Fitzi did the same, and all the activity left Lucy quite tuckered out.
A tired dog is a good dog.
It’s good to share couch time with a good dog.
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