Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.

Monday, November 09, 2009

tin bucket

Darling, this love is like a tin bucket of water with pin-sized holes punched at the bottom. We can stand and watch its content slowly drains out to make a puddle or we could keep on filling it up to feed our little garden.

As long as you help me carry this load, happy is carrying us down this road.