"I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold..."
Closing out this luminous Sunday in the year of Our Lord, 2014.
HT from Ann Barnhardt
Nicely did.
And a lovely start to the Monday morning; better nourishment than a recounting of the sins of costume or of politics.
Today is the anniversary of my mom and dad's wedding. She was 22 and he was 18 in 1951. Fields of gold, indeed.
Cheers to you and yours.
You do find lovely things.
Posted by: Leslie at November 17, 2014 6:22 AMWonderful indeed. From 2014 back to 1514--the lute does that.
Posted by: waltj at November 17, 2014 10:42 AM
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