AM I DREAMING OR WHAT???

I woke up this morning for a second day of sun. After my run I ate fresh Raspberries off the vine, picked my greens from the garden, then saddled up and rode Magnum, my Thoroughbred with my mom and Junior, her Quarter Horse. By the time we got back.....it was already 70 degrees. Weed wacked, blew off the driveway, mowed the lawn, finished crystalling a suit.... Then saddled up Tankus, my Percheron, rode him up back, and managed to take a spill....hurt my damned finger. Cleaned the pool. Trained shoulders and lats........I am done with the day.

Is it REALLY November in the Pacific Northwest???

Here's a few sweet Gibran quotes...

Paradise is there, behind that door, in the next room; but I have lost the key. Perhaps I have only mislaid it.

If winter should say, "Spring is in my heart," who would believe in winter?

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.

Even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.......

A strange form of self indulgence! There are times when I would be wronged and cheated, that I may laugh at the expense of those who think I do not know I am being wronged and cheated.

In truth we talk only to ourselves, but sometimes we talk loud enough that others may hear us.

An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, "Who are you?"