Of What We Touch a Moment...

Today is like a canvas,

That unfolds with the dawn

Its moments paint the pictures

That we look back upon

Then move the brush with rev’rence

Handle the page with care

For what passes in moments

Remains forever There

And often thought will wander

That heart-hung gallery

Of what we touch a moment

Then hold eternally

© Janet Martin

I think today calls for a picnic...

the perfect interruption 

to a continuous 'shmozzle' of gardening,

food-prep, 

dirty dishes 

and other daily blessings!

Oh! you're wondering what kind of cookies those are?;-)

These (recipe below) only I substitute oil for the margarine and reduce the amounts of sugar a little.

I missed capturing on camera the moment of little-boy milk mustaches and cookie-crumb beards:)