My father called me Mugwump my entire childhood...and then some. Now you know.
I have been seeing so many rainbows this Spring compared to other years. I always think of a promise of hope, when I see one. Rose
What a beautiful moment and reminder.
Morning sweet friend, we must truly believe there is happiness at the end of a rainbow.Hugs Francine.
A profound picture. Hugs to you.
So much sadness in Orlando. Just heart wrenching.Hugs :)Lauren