... the promise of hope ...

At the end of the fourth day I was feeling a bit low. It's been a noisy, dusty four days. I had just walked around outside the house, surveying "conditions", taking pictures ... noticing the piles of dirt, the multitude of holes and all the contractor gear ... and I became even more "blue".

I looked out the front living room window and this little chrysanthemum had survived ... a reminder that everything would be okay.