Image Credit to Sarah Whiley I remember fields of flowers that looked like cotton growing in the South. We would pick them, and blow their tops into the wind, dreaming of better times. We would be astronauts, ballerinas, teachers, ball players, actors, and very rich. We looked forward to leaving poverty behind, with mountains too... Continue Reading →
Photo by Ellie Burgin on Pexels. com Mila felt lost in her sadness at having to move again, this time for her mother's work. Her father promised her that it will be the last move, just one more new school to conquer. As she walked in the woods, she felt the heaviness of the moment... Continue Reading →
White Daffodils? I did not know that daffodils could be any color but yellow. But, as we walked through a park in a city nearby, Douglas and I ventured off the usual walking path. We happened upon these beauties. I probably should have gotten closer for a closeup, but still working on taking pictures. I... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 