I don’t know about you, but I’ve been known over the years to exclaim excitingly “it’s a sign” and hope something magical happens. Now, I’m quite happy at this point in life to not wait and wonder and hopefully just find a sign pointing me in the direction
of something that makes me happy.
It was a definite sign of climate change during this strange October week to still be wandering around in shorts admiring irises blooming in 80 degree fall weather.
I‘m really hoping it wasn’t a sign that a black cat crossed our path on our Halloween Stroll
or that Harper thought we should follow the insane asylum sign.
Oh, how times and signs have changed as I momentarily reminisce about those distant days of enjoying a noisy happy hour and
walking home dreaming about Paris or London and magically whisper “it’s a sign!!”