When thoughts come

Certainly

on days like these

I feel

like  pressing  my nose against the sky

to smell the crayons

God chose,

to colour it in.

Love,

never carved in stone

it's all in the  day to day ~

the sound of someone mowing the lawn on Sunday

and

aromas of our new coffee machine kicking in to life.

Photos

old and new

and fresh bread on our ancient rustic kitchen table.

Honey, dripping from a much loved spoon.

Wishing for glorious summers

days to lie on red gingham blankets

waiting for the stars to come to us.

Certainly,

on these days.