FIRST LIGHT BRINGS IN A STORM
The morning comes over the mountains on the East side of the lake and the last of the dancing ladies has pushed her baby barges in for the day's loading.The light is firey and the storm cloud looms heavy. I feel like snuggling back under the blankets and forgetting that I have anything to do today. Can't do that, I'm having a party tomorrow night. We are having another "Picker's Ball" to raise money to get Christmas for a lot of families who may fall through the cracks. There are many who work... Sign in to see full entry.