Kind words are such a blessing to the needful, if one but knew the pleasure that they bring.
Fate is not quite as strange as it appears!
Yet still the time:- 'It's so nice to come home'.
The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.
Life holds so many simple blessings, each day bringing its own individual wonder.
Love much dear friends for love will bring the healing joy and hope of Spring. . .