Gratitude Day 8.




So, apparently, 30 continuous days of gratitude just wasn't doable....

But, I'm getting right back on the blog and continuing.

Today, my son and I walked by the most gorgeous bougainvillea.

It grows so well in our desertish climate here in Temecula.

I had to just stop and stare.

I love how hearty, strong and vibrant it is.

Fierce, but delicate vines just embrace whatever it's growing up or down or around.

Reminds me of the kind of women I want to be.

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