Errand day . . . with storms in the area.

Clouds and sun today. . .

 I see a figure. . .

 Looks like he's driving a kiddy car. . . shades of Nascar.

 Clouds and Palms.

 These white clouds are all bunched up.

 TooJays is moving. . .I think it said Wellington Commons.

Blessings,
Janet
Italian Philosophy Poem
Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by the golden hours,
Don’t remember the clouds at all.
Count your nights by the stars, Not the shadows.
Count your life with smiles, Not tears.
And with joy on every birthday,
Count your age by friends, Not by years.