|Pepi likes the new fountain, too...|
Peace. The only sounds are those of a summer morning and the surf of traffic on the small state highway nearby.
Peace. The surety of love and the gift of having Enough.
|The wee dragon sits by the fountain...|
|Hotei enjoys the scent of incense in the tiny iron pot...|
|A lacy leaf hangs suspended in an invisible web...|
|But coffee on the early morning deck keeps me grounded...|
|Old cat drowses by my side...|
|The prayer flags are tattered and faded, but as long as they wave, they carry our prayers with them.|
|The iridescent gazing ball wears a wild wreath of trumpet vine...|
|We HAVE been busier than usual, both with people and with work. Over the weekend and unprecedented 6 orders came through...we are grateful but puzzled.|