
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).. 🙂
Thought before I would start the day, I would take some time, with a cup of tea, to contemplate the tomorrows…. 🙂

Who am I, one wonders Whether it is race, gender or ideology, As I venture down life’s path As a spirit that is born free.. Wondering about being different Reminds me of words from a song, Where do I fit in, one would ask One wonders, where do I belong. Does the image without Determine who I am to be, Even though the spirit within May be different, be me. Do I follow my heart’s dream When heart and mind disagree, Or do I listen to the mind While dealing with reality. Those questions and more Life’s puzzle to unravel, To find answers I am seeking Down the path I must travel. So I shall continue down the path least traveled To seek that rainbow, perhaps around the next bend, Once found, I’ll have my answers And that will be the beginning, not the end. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)
Hello Diary,
Well, my friend, in the past I have shown some of the lovely little flowers that are overlooked or looked down upon and ridiculed…there are other flowers that are a part of the gardens here on the path and they too are different and live in harmony with all on the path… I had thought about cutting a bouquet but rather than destroy the beauty of the flower, thought I would make a bouquet in pictures… 🙂
The Lilac.. 🙂






A bouquet of flowers from my garden, Their beauty need not be told, Their fragrance is soothing and lovely A pleasant scent for one to behold. They remind me of you, my friend Whose beauty from within you do share, With sunshine, understanding and laughter Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air. This bouquet was picked for you For coming into my world, my friend, For sharing sunshine, laughter, love and happiness For which I know will never end. ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” (Leo Buscaglia)… 🙂
Well, I had better close for now, life is calling and I had better go see what it wants… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂
Until we meet again… May the road rise to meet you May the wind be always at your back May the sun shine warm upon your face The rains fall soft upon your fields May green be the grass you walk on May blue be the skies above you May pure be the joys that surround you May true be the hearts that love you. (Irish Saying)