Looking for the Light

There’s so much news out there today that I don’t know what to do with it. So. Much. News.

I need to push it all aside for a moment and focus on something else. Sunshine. We’re going to have some at some point, aren’t we?

We’d better get some good weather on Thursday because I’m hoping to go to the Garden Party at the Library.

From the Garden Party Event Page:

Join us to celebrate our annual Friends & Foundation Garden Party on Thursday, May 16th from 5-7pm in the Enchanted Garden at the Miller Branch.

Enjoy light hors d'oeuvres, desserts, wine, beer, seltzer, and iced tea from local restaurants and businesses.

Bring a guest who is not already a member of Friends & Foundation and you'll receive an extra raffle ticket for our fabulous door prizes!

Not a Friend yet? Learn more about who we are and what we do here and consider joining us today!

We look forward to seeing you for a gorgeous evening in the Enchanted Garden!

**This event is for guests 21 and older**

I’ve made small donations to the Library Friends group from time to time, but I never seem to make it to any of their events. This time I’ve gone so far as to buy a ticket.

Who knows? If the sun comes out I might actually make it.

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