It was getting dark but I felt like I needed to get the mail. Oh believe me, it wasn’t because I wanted to see bills, especially after hours of calling and doing any complaining. No something was urging me to go and I am glad I did.
I was able to take a few photos between slapping the mosquitoes away and I received a card in the mail. For me, I love getting cards from friends. Al used to get so many and I was probably more thrilled at helping him open them than he was in looking at them. I blame this on his illness because generally Al loved getting mail.
I received a card from Paula A. who lives in the U.K. She sent me a lovely letter on pink stationary and a post card from Anne Hathaway’s Cottage, Shottery- Stratford-Upon-Avon. It was where Shakespeare was born. Paula knows how much I love poetry. I love this letter and postcard Paula. Thank-you so very much for thinking of me. You brightened my day.
Here are the photos I took. They aren’t the best I have done, but I still enjoy looking at them. They are of the moon and a spider I discovered in its web under the glow of the street light.