In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in. - Robert Brault
Winter, spring, summer and fall through the eyes of a child. Our granddaughter and Ella. Still full of the wonder of each new season. Do you remember?
"He has remembered his love and his faithfullness to the house of Israel; all the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God." Psalm 98:3
P.S. - I took only the second and third pictures of Ella. All the rest, including the header, are our granddaughter Anne Marie, which our daughter-in-law snapped.