I’ve been down with a broken heart
Since the day I learned to speak
The devil gave me a crooked start
When he gave me crooked feet
But Gabriel done came to me
And kissed me in my sleep
And I’ll be singing like an angel
Until I’m six feet deep

I found myself an omen and I tattooed on a sign
I set my mind to wandering and I walk a broken line
You have a mind to keep me quiet
And although you can try
Better men have hit their knees
And bigger men have died
-Brandi Carlile

Thursdays are for flowers. This is a pretty small flower collection. It doesn’t mean that I’m running out of flower pictures. Just means that on the particular day that I’m sharing photos from, I didn’t take many flower pictures.

All of these flower pictures were taken in my yard.