Rain

I wish I was clever and could write wonderful stories to entertain. Alas, my lack was discovered long ago by my 5th grade teacher. Although Miss Shields encouraged me to use my imagination, I still struggle. I did manage to write (I thought at the time) a brilliant story. "Attack of the killer frogs". Maybe, I'm just greedy and want it all. Or maybe I read what my wonderful sons have written and wish I could express myself as eloquently as they. My gifts must lie somewhere else. Having qualified my expressions I'd like to say, I love the rain. The greens seem brighter and refreshed. The streets shine with moisture & I feel the hope of spring. Renewed, enlivened, a fresh new start. I'm reminded that everything will be restored to it's original vitality. Just as in life & in death we will be restored. I'm grateful.

Take it or leave it

"Whether you think you can, or that you can't you are usually right." Henry Ford The power of positive thinking is amazing. Plus, it really works.