Just another ordinary morning in these parts, as captured by our budding almost 4 year old photographer.
Selma resting. She's so good that that.
Me resting. I'm not so good at that, but learning.
And little children playing at my feet, which I must say, makes the most lovely entertainment.
I thought this was just a perfect poem for Good Friday, I hope you'll take a look. "God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come."