The subtleness of the morning pink out my window creeped in quietly before it exploded into deeper pinks and blues that bordered on purples.
It was meant to be a pink day...sky, flowers, and that pale pink I filter my life through when I'm in my "la vie en rose" or "rose-colored glasses" modes. The morning sky got my out and up on the right foot.
Especially, since I knew there was a bit of early morning grass cutting starting me off.
I was grateful. I already knew I only had the point to cut this morning because my sweet neighbor came over with his rider and took care of everything except the point that belongs to the department. I'm nuts, I know.
It doesn't belong to me, but I try to keep it up when I can.
Grass done.
Heat on the way.
The barn and the rose garden were calling my name!
Happy Wednesday!
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