Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. A poem captured my attention the other day. Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart, Until, in our own despair, Against our will, Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Aeschylus What's on your mind today? |
Things are tough, Spring is still knocking around, the museum is trying to attract visitors. I need to get back to writing I find. My grandson is still missing from the Marines. No word still, going on three weeks this coming Saturday. Continue to pray for him. I won't write more about this now because I will descend into a pity party. So I need a distraction. I planted potatoes in the garden yesterday under a threatening sky. Ominous black clouds and loud thunder. So I hurried, threw them in the holes I had dug, scurried into the house to await a storm. Drat, it went north. But the first of the garden is in. You usually don't plant around here until Mother's Day which is soon upon us. Andre's Banana Bar has a fun challenge running now. I think I'll take part. Always fun to chase that monkey about. |