Blanket of Love pillow A Blessing I am sure

A Blessing I am sure

On this day no shade of gray could equal blue

Near the Ghost town of Aral are the plains of the Platte and also home to some of the finest stands of paper birch in Michigan

Cropped length

waiting for the morning light to peak through the window and wake up the house

Blanket of Love pillow A Blessing I am sureI cried mercy. It was late summer. I felt surrounded, tightly wrapped and covered with a blanket of Love. The air had cooled and goldenrod was ablaze in fine yellows and exceptional brilliance. The southern flight of the Monarchs had begun. A tickle and secret and soft shiver ran through me. It is beauty this deep and intense that enumerates my need to download these moments in real time, and learn to reflect and measure a Life in Heartfelt smiles and