forage, claws rake ground
scant winter gleanings.
We had the privilege to see our first Missouri live armadillo just outside the church windows on Sunday.
In the harried pace of modern living, sometimes one needs to just put up one's mental feet and pause, meditate on life, the universe, or the antics of squirrels and visit with friends, far flung or near to home and perhaps whisper to God.
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