I look at the sky, the setting sun and I think -- why must it be that luck (and the presence or absence of it) figures so prominently in people's lives?
On the upside, I am not the only one that has had her share of good luck. But when luck fails, those of us who are on the side of fortune do recoil. How could it be...
The day, here in the Midwest, is lovely. Something to take note of. Sunshine. Not exactly warm, but warm enough.
...For breakfast in the sun room.
Weather-wise, flower-wise -- there's progress. Real progress.
But I cannot fully take it in. It's a tough working day, full of distractions -- good and bad. At the end of the day, I point Rosie toward the farmhouse and the work day fades, the world fades, all fades except for this wonderful moment of quiet and sunshine and the two guys coming up the walkway...
...for a dinner of chili, made from last year's garden tomatoes.