A third felicity of age is that it has found expression.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Old Age,” Society and Solitude (1870).
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Photoblogging - refuge of the tired
A couple of nights ago -- 'Red sky at night, Shepherd's delight' (except during prolonged periods of drought -- then? not so much!) But it's still pretty. And tonight -- shhhhhhhh! Not too loud! -- it's raining!
Older child has left the nest. Younger one has one wing over the side. Soon, very soon, I will have to become reacquainted with that old woman in the mirror. God help me.
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