
LADIES!!!
Remember...a
layer of dust
protects the
Wood beneath it.
'A house
becomes a home
when you can write
'I love you' on the
furniture .'
I used to spend at least 8 hours every
weekend making sure things were just
perfect - 'in case someone came over' .
Finally I realized one day that no-one
came over; they were all out living life
and having fun! NOW, when people visit,
I don't have to explain
the 'condition' of my

If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advice.
Life is short. Enjoy it!
Dust if you must ........ But wouldn't it be better to paint a picture
or write a letter,
bake cookies or a cake and lick the spoon
or plant a seed,
ponder the difference between
want and need?
Dust if you must, But the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around, again.
Dust if you must , but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. ..... .
And when you go - and go
you must - you, yourself will make more
dust!
Share this with all the wonderful women in your life. I JUST DID. It's not what you gather , but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.
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