Only a trip to the United States Post Office today. Breakfast was eaten on the back porch. Poached eggs on toast. I was pleasantly surprised when I took them out of the water. They turned out perfect, thanks to Linda, who let me in on the secret of keeping the white together. Just add a little bit of vinegar to the water. And they tasted as yummy as they look.
The birds have finally decided my new bird feeder is okay. They emptied it quite nicely over the course of the day.
An attempt was made at weeding my corner garden. The wheel- barrow is filled to over- flowing and could probably be filled several more times. Lush, dense, and overgrown, this garden is full of ferns and giant Jack-in-the-pulpits. Hidden away in weeds wild and unruly, grow my Oswego tea and purple bee balm.
And watching the activities of the day go by is Little Cat, taking it easy on the back porch, alternating between sunshine and shade as she wills.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.