I dont know about you but sometimes when I am losing it I go drive around and look at barns made of wood. Ones that are weathered, sometimes rickety, and look like they know a thing or two.
Sometimes I just look at flowers or listen to chickens as well. That floats my boat.
A garden with a brick pathway is perfection to me.
Sitting on a horse bareback with wild and free ~ one of the best feelings in the world
The light at dusk fills me
Sweet Peas...sigh....take me home
Let beauty grow in your soul....Real beauty, true beauty xo
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