to celebrate. Good times, good friends and comrades who are trudging (and skipping and hopping) this happy road of destiny-together.
For some reason I just wanted to post that I am so grateful to the people I work with and know, to my friends, my family and my loved ones.
Found out my dearest friend got the job of his dreams and it’s so well deserved-it’s a gift (I think) to be able to rejoice in someone else’s accomplishments don’t you think? Lucky him, lucky me 
Sunset in Virginia
Life is good. Decided to post my favorite photo of the Alexandria historic district-it was taken at that gorgeous moment of thick syrupy.
This photo always reminds me of Jane Kenyon’s poem, Let Evening Come.
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.
