I was sitting with my mother in her backyard early this morning. She is recovering from surgery and we were enjoying the wonderful flowers she has growing everywhere.
I was also enjoying the wonderful scent of the orange and lemon blossoms drifting over from her neighbor’s back yard. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and it was glorious. As I sat there, I took a few minutes to reflect on one of the stories from the last pages of How To Stop Worrying And Start Living, which I finished last night.