I have often thought our lives much like that of the widow and her son in this story:
Thanks to some sensible planning many years ago it seems this year I may change to this widow instead:
And then perhaps I can try to put a price on the pictures I have; just enough to keep a little oil in the bottom of the jar.
I think it might be fun to take the pictures out and see them all together; I have not done that for a very long time. It is sunny outside, but perhaps inside would be more sensible. This may take some time …