And did I mention . . .

Sitting on the gallery swinging away while the heavens burst and the rain streams down while overhead the lightening strikes are so bright they hurt your eyes? And did I mention the sun so glaringly bright I must wear a hat when out of doors; the Maltipoo puppy, Lily and faithful Shih Tzu, Shelbie vying for attention; finally discovering the acorns from ancient live oaks to bring home and attempt to grow at least one gnarled beautiful live oak indoors; dinner at Sammy's with my most loved Southerners; catfish and sweet potato fries; playing cribbage and laughing late into the night; enjoying oral stories and written letters about southern daughter's varied family; total tranquility in this corner of southern hospitality this dry, sunny, clear Saturday morning? Life is what you want it to be. Life is good, sweet, ephemeral. Cueillez des aujourd'ui les roses de la vie! Ronsard.