Mornings are very simple around the mouse-house.
Once the coffee is poured and Sierra gets her bit of milk
I fill a mug and maybe take a fresh blueberry scone
out to my favorite bench under the old maple tree.
Everything is looking good and to my surprise, the gladiolus
are blooming like mad.
Although they are right on track, I may be a late-bloomer with this gardening hobby.
I have never been known to be someone with a green thumb
SO
I think my grandmother has a lot to do with the beauty that surrounds me now.
I feel her presence; her calm and peaceful spirit, here amongst the flowers.
Wishing everyone a Happy August.
hugs, Deb
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