I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen. – Terri Guillemets

I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets
And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes clean feels empty. A bit of clutter and dirt gladdens the heart and affirms a life in progress. – Terri Guillemets