Life is all in your own head and it starts with you, for you can not have life, until you live yourself…
At 2:56 a.m. I sat up in bed. It was light out and Mr. Nightingale was singing for all he is worth. Then Song Thrush was at the front gate and she was singing to her babies all over the yard and I decided that nature said it was time to get up. So Boza