Perhaps love is like a resting place,
A shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort.
It is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble,
When you are most alone.
The memory of love will bring
My first Daylily of the season and It is the
prettiest peach color. I can't remember the name of it
because all of my garden markers seam to have disappeared.
Mark on bottom of cup
The mark on the bottom of plate
Have a lovely day