A New Beginning...
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice
And to make an end is to make a new beginning.
Happy New Year everyone...It's a blustery winter day here in Maine, the old north wind is blowing, the snow swirling...but there is no where else I would rather be. "I suppose I am a Sparrow, a stay-at-home bird." Gladys Taber.
Have a lovely afternoon, Julie.