Psalms 90:12 Teach us to number our days that I might have a heart of wisdom.
When you get your feet muddy in the field, it's soil. Track it in the house and it's dirt.
Watching Grumpy Old Men again. Enjoying the many details, and not so much the plot which I already know.
Music beaming- "Moon light, all alone in the moon light, I remember the old days..."
She passes away. We become historians at her grave site, and tell her story. I want to tell my story now, so I write.
A wall of fir trees in the shadows makes its presence known.
Yarn shop hop.
Setting sun done.
