Autumn leaves – The Fullers Four

Time For A Turn

We must do all we can in each of the days that is left to us.

“I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .”

I got up this morning in the cold dark and peeked outside. The first thing I saw was Venus, low in the sky, bright in the earliest inkling of dawn. I rose, inspired, and soon Mr Darcy and I were on our way to the light. I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful, hippie-carnival colorsContinue reading ““I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .””