I think the drought has made us the only "watering hole" in the neighborhood.
I had a poem dancing around in my head this morning, but then I glanced out the bedroom window. There they were again, and the Master Poet was busily writing a more eloquent poem than I ever could.
Given to us with joy and grace by a loving Father.
linking to One Stop Poetry today - they are celebrating their first anniversary!
Blessings,
Linda
