A third felicity of age is that it has found expression.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Old Age,” Society and Solitude (1870).
Monday, April 21, 2008
Rain, rain, rain, rain -- Beautiful rain!
It started the night before last(which is why there won't be any pics from the sheepdog trial -- DOH!)! So, this evening, when I've done enough chores to justify my day's consumption of oxygen, I will do a 'very special' rain post -- you can't wait!
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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