Where you go, I will go; where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people for your God is my God.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

One day last week I spent part of the afternoon with one of my newest friends, a 91-year-old widow who lives on her own, is still all there mentally, and has the sweetest disposition.  Charming and enchanting are the two best words I can think of to describe her home that is only nine years older than her.  We delighted in wonderful conversation, story telling, and new friendships.  As darkness began to fall, I asked her for permission to slip out and take a few pictures of her yard.  She gladly obliged. Thus the following:







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