I didn't know it was windy until I tried to take a picture of this pretty flowering tree.
A poem for my pocket, this poem in your pocket Thursday.
Still Here by Langston Hughes
I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!
Encourage one another,
Donna
