We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone.Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person. Joyce Rachelle
Another glorious day. Still in my pj’s soaking up the peace and quiet of my garden. Totally lost track of time, days for a bit. A neighbour said yesterday ‘Only 153ish days to Ch@! *mas’ Thanks for that, I don’t want to count my days away! Anyway, another glorious day.