Worldwide, we are collectively trying to survive extreme weather patterns. Here in Central Texas, not only have we experienced the hottest and driest July on record with no rain and 103 degree average high temperatures, but we also are under severe watering restrictions.Day after endless day, I’m suffocating physically and emotionally. Will this ever end?!?
We didn’t have a clothes dryer growing up. I didn’t know anybody who did!
The all-consuming love for my grandchildren never “grows up!” They mature in the blink of an eye, yet their tenacious grip on my heart persists incrementally.
I’ve missed hugs during this pandemic. Elbow bumps just don’t cut it for me.
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
This is one of those days that I need a vacation from my churning thoughts. I have a bad habit of solving realistic, yet make-believe scenarios in my head based on actual situations in which I’m currently a “supporting actor”