This is a couple of swans on a small lake in Rhode Island. They had
two young swans and we stopped to take some pictures of the young.
The male swan challenged our car!
SMALL STUFF
We major in the small stuff
In this game of life.
We fret and stew about the things
That may never come to light.
We think about tomorrow
Much more than today.
We worry about what will happen,
What will come our way?
We fail to see the sunshine,
As it rises up each morn,
For we're concentrating on the future
Anticipating a coming storm.
So, I'll stop and smell the flowers,
Is what I have to say...
And I won't sweat the small stuff
That may never come my way!
Freda Fullerton
November 5, 2011
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