There's hope yet for the world. As Fiorella was driving down the road, she spotted her first nursing calf of the season, and her heart warmed 🧡
When it was Fio's turn at the bank drive-through, the voice behind the glass welcomed her with "Hi, Fiorella! How are you doing?" even though your girl had on a mask and could hardly be seen through the car window 🧡
On the way home, Fiorella noted that the American Fireworks (made in China) consession had been opened up, but with a new addition--orange traffic cones indicating how far apart customers should stand 🧡
Fio's heart sank when, returning home, she saw a huge truck parked in front of her property. Would her Home Depot order of rebars and cement not be deliverable because of her winding driveway? But, no problem. The driver told her he'd already dropped her load off in her garage with his forklift. (And Son told her he'd carried the bags around to the back yard.)🧡🧡
After searching high and low, Fiorella finally found the brick-laying spatula she'd been looking for all day. Thank you, God! 🧡
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