This is a page from my newest journal that I finished up tonight. It still needs something in the upper left-hand corner, but I was drawing a blank (literally, lol).
I still say that “rural” is one of the hardest words to say in the English language (for me, at least). I’m loving the deep blue skies and perfectly, crisp cool air we’ve had this past week.
I think from now on whenever I have something to mail I will do what I did this evening. I parked my car at the Dogwood Park entrance off of East 1st Street and walked to the post office. It’s a short walk, but a very nice one. It gave me a chance to stop and smell the roses. Ah, so sweet a scent!
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson