An abundance of pencils.
Nearly every day I hear the call for a pencil.
Or rather the inability to find a sharpened pencil.
So, I set out on a mission.
To round up, collect and sharpen the wayward pencils in our home.
There were/are many.
I sorted, tossed, sharpened and assembled pencils into one container.
An abundance of Delia's artwork carefully taped to her bedroom windows.
Light is blocked but charming nonetheless.
We, as a family are abundantly blessed, in more ways than one.
We, as a nation are abundantly blessed, in more ways than one.
I am blessed.