From Wee To wonderful

Saturday was Prom Night here in our neck of the woods. My garden was filled with the joy of youth, decked in satin and silk. There were shiny shoes and stiff black jackets. Smiles were creeping across freshly lipsticked lips.  The "youth happy" spread with ease, before long, we were all remembering those simple days of being 17 or 18. Oh, what a blessing for our garden.