A collective garden shot, with newly installed yard pool (mosquito magnet) in the shade... pieces of different puzzles *.* (I haven't found an EDIT button so far, and hope it isn't needed) Sometimes we sort through the shattered pieces with hopes of finding something still intact, despite the excruciating pain we went through, we always find ourselves looking back, too often we allow our hearts to lead us hoping for a second chance putting our entire lives on 'hold' when we should be trying to advance, we get so 'caught up' thinking of the good times that we forget how the bad times left us hurt and speechless losing sight that all we have left is memories and 'broken pieces. Bernard Snyder