Home is where your heart is. I share bits and pieces of my heart with many people I love. In a sense I reside in many places. If you put all of the people with a piece of my heart together you’d have a small village to call home.
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A Beautiful Summer Day
Hope Azalea What A Hoot!
Well Hope has had two years to learn her older sisters bad habits. I do think she is just pretending in the beginning, about being so mad. If I had thought she was serious she would be standing in a corner. I’ve never seen anyone look quite as cute throwing a fit. It won’t look so good on her as she gets older.
Grandma Goes with the kids To Myrtle Beach
Finding Fall
To find the colors of fall you don’t have to look far, They are all around wherever you are.
The Hickory with colors of golden bronze, across the lake the breeze it’s leaves calms.
The Birch with the color of bright yellow, calling after me as if to say be my fellow.
The dogwood with leaves of purple red, as if it says words left unsaid.
The poplar with leaves of golden yellow, standing out as it screams hello.
The Tupelo with colors of red, soon its leaves will be dead.
The mighty oak its leaves golden Brown, it’s nuts the squirrels take down.
The sugar Maple with the color of Orange red, soon its leaves it will shed.
The ash colorful and its purple,yellow and red, sorry Birch I choose the ash instead.
Cool nights sitting by the fire, of this life I will never tire.
Watch the colors change when you can, this beauty provided to us by the Man.
Grandpa and Grandma Drive To South Carolina
A Fall Day
The flag blows as to say, “Look at me!”. The ever changing colors of the trees.
Chimes hang from the gutters with care, the tunes they are quite rare.
The brass bell swaying just a bit, awaiting my departure in the trees the birds sit.
The sky a vibrant blue, fluffy clouds stare back at you.
Mums, gourds, pumpkins and spice, all that makes everything nice.
Today a day for the books, a fall day as beautiful as it looks.
Jill L. Ware
The Whispering Oak
The oak stands tall and proud, the wind caressing her leaves.
She shades us from the afternoon sun, there are more, she is my favorite one.
She sees all that happens and watches with care, the view must me great from up there.
One a quiet day if you listen closely “I see you!” You can hear her say.
I whisper in return ” I see you too!”.
Same Thoughts Different Reactions
About this time last year I posted a very emotional and hysterical post about all the scary things taking place in the world. And at a later date after watching it again, I removed it.
I was embarassed by my tears and emotional video. What a difference a year makes. A year of the right phsychiatric meds. Today I feel all the things I did the day I recorded the video. My reaction to those thought is 100% different.
When I started this venture I promised I would post the good and the ugly. I wasn’t true to my word by deleting it. In the future I will do better at being honest and open about my behaviors. I hope that one day even just one of my post helps you in this very exhausting struggle to pretend to be normal.
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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