You know the old’ cliché, “I don’t mean to sound cliché, but…would you pardon me as I purposefully be cliché? I know, I know-as writers, we’re supposed to “avoid them like the plague.” Please don’t get your “knickers in a knot” or a “bee in your bonnet.” It’s always good to “think outside the box” during times like these.
I know I’m not “over the hill”, “older than Methuselah”, or even as “old as dirt” YET. And thus far, “laughter has been my best medicine.” I’m a “chip off the old block” and work hard to “keep my chin up.”
And for the rest of us? Only “time will tell” if we all choose to actually “live happily ever after.”
I’ve seen the “writing on the wall” and some are “scared out of their wits.” In the face of so many challenges it’s also evident that “when the going gets tough, the tough get going.”
Knowing that “time heals all wounds” and that “every cloud has it silver lining” help solidify my faith in the unknown. Truly I know the “grass isn’t always greener on the other side”; therefore, I’m working diligently to “water my own grass.”
Times like these seem to “last an eternity.” And sometimes I relish in the fact that “ignorance is bliss.” But I also know it’s wise to “be safe than sorry.”
“You can’t please everyone” when dealing with such crisis situations. Some of us are living “frightened to death” and some know “nothing lasts forever.”
It’s true that “love is blind.” God truly loves me despite everything. So far, “what hasn’t killed me has made me stronger.”
There’s “no time like the present” to allow our “actions to speak louder than words.” Though we may wear a mask, are we smiling with our eyes? Though we may not handshake, are we gesturing with encouragement?
Do you think all this “absence will make our hearts grow fonder?”
“Only time will tell” …
Have faith 💚
“A picture is worth a thousand words.”
Pictures taken on my hike at Ruth and Paul Henning Conservation Area, Branson, MO 4/7/20
“Don’t look back” 
Bloom where you’re planted 
Friends are flowers in the garden of life 
Bless the flowers and the weeds, my birds and bees. 
Avoid the plague 
Blame it on the rain 
Gaining ground 
Down to earth 
Between a rock and a hard place
