"This is home, now I'm finally where I belong..."

Yesterday I spontaneously decided to take some pictures outside.  The sky was purple and the trees were green, and everything was glowing--one of my favourite kinds of weather.  Unfortunately, my photos weren't quite able to do it justice:









Later I did something else random, too; I read some Shakespeare sonnets (and couldn't help but remember Willoughby and his handy pocket-size edition.). Most of them seem to have a general theme of, "You'd better have a daughter that looks just like you so that I don't forget how beautiful you are."   XD  But some of them were pretty good.  I'd like to write a sonnet someday.

Today I have to weed-eat, which is my #1 least favourite chore.  I've been re-reading Stepping Heavenward, though, and it makes a good point:  if you do your duty in everyday things, and be someone's "hero" in even very small ways, that is how you can eventually become as strong as heroes in books.  You have to start with little things, and work up.