George

Four Seasons.

Mother nature sow and harvest, The Father grace persuades in time. The Son of cross means of love.. last time, i have seen it. but i love my dog reminds my heart to smell my own fear. For my cat is my better challenge as companion other then the tongue of peOple. And i would remind those in my heart, we came from heavens, instead death.
Today is sunny..mostly to learn from my dog's sense, and my cat's knowledge. The way we say goodbye.. and if we ever meet again.. will we noticed.. remembered.. hearts the same.
So this peice of holy book i wonder to keep me going in diary. Anyhow, i should keep going with it.