A Life to Live
“Come little leaves”, said the wind one day. “Come down to the meadow and we shall play. Put on your dresses of red and gold, for summer is past and the days grow cold.”
Dancing and leaping the leaves went along, until winter called them to end their sweet song. Soon, fast asleep in their earthly beds, the snow lay a coverlet over their heads.
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
And always remember. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Maya Angelou
I am retired and enjoying life. My hobbies are my 5 grandchildren, son and daughter, and my loving husband. I am a photographer and extreme nature lover. I love spending time in my garden or in the wilderness connected to God my Creator.