A baby rabbit bouncing over the yards across the street.
A big, fuzzy black cat tip-toeing across the melting snow
in the backyard.
We cabin-fevered humans able to venture outside with just a
jacket instead of three layers plus hat, scarf, gloves and boots.
Cloudless blue skies and sunshine.
A nighttime sky full of stars.
The sweet earth smell in the air.
The Indians playing training games in Arizona.
The groundhog was right.
This is my 64th Spring as of this Friday.
I bought myself a big bottle of Coco Mademoiselle
so I can wear it every day.
I aim to be happy if it kills me.
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Inspiration.
Thank you.
Needed that.
Fred
Thank you, Fred.
Hope you find much more.
Oh? You are still a kitten? Happy, soon to be, birthday.
Hmm, something has to kill you, might as well be joy. Just avoid Joy, she is cruel. Well, the obviously mis-named woman I knew anyway. :p
Kitten? Nah, not as playful as I used to be. Still keeping an eye out for joy, though.
I tell myself every day that if I focus on the bad in my life I will miss the good things
It is a hard task for a chronic pessimist and cynic
Hope you had a great birthday
Belated happy birthday! I hope you had a fun day celebrating your birthday -- celebrating the YOU that you are.
bonnie
Joe, I know what you mean. I struggle with that every day.
It turned out to be a great day. All but one sibling (recently moved to Indiana) was here.
Thank you, Bonnie. We old farts went to lunch at Cracker Barrel and then to a movie. We had a blast!
I'll check back later jean when OUR snow is gone.
Hopefully that will be soon, Mark.
There are worse ways to go.
There are worse ways to go.
Ha! Indeed, Lee.
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