Wednesday, July 4, 2018

I love you more than I love goats, and you know how I feel about goats”, Gaby said.

 James Patterson, The Christmas Wedding

Lunch with Gerry’s brother and his wife, catching up.

Then a visit to the Rogers flour mill to stock up on dry goods.

My husband, knowing the soft spot I have for goats, suggests a detour before we head for home.

Ten or fifteen minutes down a meandering countryish road and there they are: the sweet faces that capture my fancy every time.

We stay a while, I get my goat fix, then we continue on in search of fruit. We buy cherries.

We stop at the garden to harvest a salad before heading up the hill toward home.

It’s a simple day of immeasurable worth.

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Today, summer returns and the deck beckons.

But first, an appointment in town and perhaps a walk in a park or two with my husband and our cameras.

I need to tend to those cherries too.

And writing.

Simple happy.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.

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