stories

once upon a time in the middle of a month that starts with the letter j, a small woman meet a small man
and had a small small baby.

once upon a time in the month of july i went walking down about the park, and we watched and waited for something to happen, it did and still is.

when i began to write this post it was raining softly and the tiger lillies had survived the infection of a notorious red beetle.

while this post ends i need to bathe the bee and watch the dog does't eat anything dangeous.

sometimes minutes pass like stories and stories are only told in a minute.

love flows
and the pulse of the world keeps time...