Bliss . . . there are times that life can only be described as BLISS. No other word describes pure happiness and joy to me than the word BLISS. As a teacher on summer vacation my world is nothing but bliss. The last few days here have been gray, wet, rain, drizzle, but to me bliss. I move from one knitting project to the next, one errand to the next, drop in to a favorite cafe, stop by the library, visit my favorite yarn shoppe, and take the dogs for endless walks. My world is simple, easy, relaxing and blissful. I am for ever thankful to this life I have it is wonderful!
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| After a school year in Alaska flowers are not an option they are a must. I love flower pots! |
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| Apple blossoms on an older tree from a long ago orchard that is in the park at the end of the cul-de-sac. |
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| Trillium from a recent hike up Swede Creek a favorite spot of ours. |
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| Sadie and I resting on our hike up Swede Creek. |
