It's my forty-ninth birthday today, and
I'm pondering my slogan for the coming year.
You have birthday slogans, right? A new one every year?
A short motto, preferably rhyming, to launch the
the next year of life. I'm leaving behind last year's:
Life will be great while I'm forty-eight!
A lot of great things rhyme with "nine" ... and I'm happy
to take suggestions.
Heavenly Blue morning glory is twining up the greenhouse downspout.
When the early morning sun lights those blooms - OH!
There's no choice other than an hour or so of pajama photography.