A mosaic of colors

Drops of grace

So delicately placed

Upon us all

A stain glass of delicacy

That represents each race...

The morning sun is shining

Birds are singing in the trees

Flower buds magically open

To attract the busy bees

They do their job so nicely

Never being paid a token

For what they accomplish

We could set no price

Like a fresh cup of tea

Sometime it can burn

Still the taste is sweet....

The sound of quiet. Oh how lovely a afternoon it was. The cats asleep in my lap, a hot tea at my side, my favorite book, and of course at my foot my lovely little dog Trouble. I had just anxiously begun reading the next chapter in my book when my quiet afternoon exploded. The door bell rang!!

Trouble jumped from the floor directly on top of my lap scaring the cat who then leaped from my lap on top...

The winter months were exceptionally brutal this year and being cooped for more days than being outside was even more brutal. The fire was burning, my tea was warm and a blanket across my lap just wasn’t working for me anymore. I was ready to break loose and be free. Bundling myself up and going out into the cold, windy , dark winter day I felt like a courageous explorer looking for signs of survi...