Thar she blows! Pretty Tilly being whisked about on one of the last hot, summer mornings this past August. I picked the panels up, dusted them off, and started all over again. Not nearly with as much tapping panache as Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire below, but close. Very, very close!
Pick Yourself Up
Nothing's impossible I have found,
For when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
