I went down to the cold spring. It is always peaceful there. I took my Bible and my camera. Two things I cannot do without, and sat in silence. Silence. Good silence. How is it, light and water... how is it that they hold my fascination? Touch it... No, there it spreads... Grasp it... No, it's gone. Splashed away. Scattered...
See how pretty it looks...
Well, that is enough of the gloomy, dark, sparkily, water-feeling.
This is what we had for desert. A bread pudding, but instead of the bread, cooky crumbs. Galumptious!
A creation of Grandmama's.
Very good.
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