Tag Archives: smile
As much as I hate abbreviations, this is one I love.
Face in the moss on a Maple Tree. I think he’s smiling. . .
The most valuable gift I can think of is the gold of a sunset we share or the sound of a stream singing love songs, and soft breezes touching our hair, or a walk through the darkness together not … Continue reading
Great way to start the day, a brush cut geek on my bathroom counter. 😉
It’s February. Cold, wet and foggy. There you are all alone, bright and smiling at me. OK, if you can, so can I. ©2016 Sharron R. McMillan