"These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years." Laura Ingalls Wilder
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
My Garden Will Be A Shamble
Tonight the sky opened up and touched the earth with a furious show. Hail the size of marbles rained down ... crashes of thunder ... flashes of lightening ... rain ... all of this lasting for over three hours. My beautiful flowers will, no doubt, be in ruins when first light appears tomorrow.