Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to sign my guestbook. I'd like to leave you with a little poem that my grandma wrote about getting older:

Sunset

Tonight I watched the sunset,

Beautiful it was in hues of red and gold,

Twas then the thought did strike me

That I am growing old.

In youth the sun shone brightly

In a cloudless sky –

Middle-age, high noon,

Only a few shadows passing by.

And now, as I see the sun

Sinking in the west,

I wonder how soon before

I find that perfect rest.

No trouble, sorrows or regrets

Will be on that fair shore –

Only eternal peace

Forever more –

May my life be as the evening sun,

Beautiful to see –

Leaving color streaked pathways,

Reminding folks of me.

-Elizabeth "Libby" H. Miller

I love to incorporate my grandma's words and memories into my stories. Thanks for taking the time to let me share. I hope you'll have a look around, or be back soon. 🌷