Found faith in the parking lot on the way to dinner tonight.
Then once inside, it didn’t take long to believe.
At home, I was greeted with the sight of little baby bird necks craning from atop the nest outside, beak mouths agape, on the want and at the ready. The deepest reverence for this new life, I won’t be attempting a photo.
What- what’s that?
It says “onion cookies.”
Smells like onion and tastes like cookie!