Little white flowers

A friend is going through a tough time. There's nothing I can do, apart from be there if she needs me. The delicacy of these flowers (yet the tenacity - they're weeds) remind me of her. She's hanging in there metaphorical blow after blow. 

Abe was great with his training this morning. We've got a lot of work to do still, but we're definitely on the right track.

MrB has gone fishing for the night. It's beautiful weather, so I hope he has a good time. Little Miss has had to remind him that it's my birthday on Tuesday and that he'd better get back in time tomorrow so that they can go shopping for my present! 

~Barking~