The Smell of Orange Blossoms

March is almost over but the smell of orange blossoms linger in the evening air. Almost every evening I take a walk with my little doggy, Pip.  No more bundling up.  Just grab the leash and go.  Our walks are a time for me to saunter and contemplate about all the blessings in my life and to gaze at the moon and feel like everything is perfect in God’s plan. I have been very busy and overwhelmed, so just taking snippets of time to reflect fills me with gratitude.  Some times I speak with God, and Pip wags his tale…