Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

Mother Nature and Father Time have not been happy with me.

Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,When our mother Nature laughs around;When even the deep blue heavens look glad,And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

This story is dedicated to all those who help, and all those who care.

This is the first time I felt fear. When you're against Mother Nature, you can't contain it. You'll lose every time.