Jun 20, 2024

Time with God on a beech.



Such scampering about in the flighty group of my favorite little beach bird. Went to our favorite place and watched the 'brown ringed Plovers', simple nested on the beach. Well Matthew, missed you not being here to observe.

Processed the silence, lack of crowd's. Tide arriving, sun bringing rays through the haze. Focus was to reclaim the day after loss of few days ago. Another week passes me by, health bit better. Time spent in nature always fills me anew.

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Try to express grace if offered an opportunity

 Weather warnings about Arctic blast, we get them every time in this period of the season. So wrap up well, on a cold November day in Autumn...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"