A View from the Balcony

Here's a view from our apartment. A boy on a skateboard, while his sister watches. Or is it a girl he is trying to impress? Getting along with others begins at birth. It can be challenging and exciting, but not always both!

This courtyard is the walking entrance to our apartment complex. A guard normally stands beside the gate by the wrought iron fence. If you're walking, there's no other way to go.

I discovered that the phrase, "wrought iron", is the correct spelling. I thought it was "rot" iron. However, it means iron that has been "worked." The look or finished product has been wrought through the hammering, fire, and shaping of the master blacksmith.

I dedicate this posting to all my "wrought-en" friends who are still in God's blacksmith shop.

O, come on, I just couldn't help it.