Looking up my old posts, I see I’ve used today’s title twice before:
Looking up those posts, I see that it helps me to focus on looking up rather than looking down, especially during challenging times.
Things are looking up when friends like Vivian send me photos like this one:
I like when dogs and tulips are looking up.
Are things looking up in the other images I’m sharing today?
Things are looking up when I can still enjoy a video of a groundhog looking up and enjoying some pizza:
Now I’m looking up and looking forward to your thoughts and feelings about this latest Looking-Up post (in the comments section, below).
Finally, I’m looking up old expressions of gratitude to thank all who help me look up every morning and create these posts, including YOU.
Thanks for looking up those unfamiliar words for me, Ann.
It’s great looking up to see your familiar face on my computer screen, my friend.
Never stop looking up, my dear friend. ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ
Things are looking up whenever you’re here, dear friend!
✧༺♥༻∞(=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡♡∞༺♥༻✧
Things are looking up when a groundhog volunteers to keep the dogs (and me) amused.
Thanks for volunteering this comment, Peter!
May things look up for us all soon
We’re all looking forward to that, Derrick.
I think I’ve been looking up even more than usual lately. Last night I took my telescope out and looked at Venus which is currently in a gibbous phase. It’s a curious thing that Venus appears brighter when it’s at half or three-quarters than it does when it’s full.
It’s curious how much brighter things appear when I’m looking up at you, Chris.
That is one cute teddy bear.
That is one cute comment!
I’ve been looking up to the sky, to the trees, to people who do kind things.
We’ve been looking up to similar things, my kind friend.
Looking up is great unless there is a bird flying over and you get hit with crap
Thanks for helping us avoid the crap, Jo-Anne.
That ground hog obviously knew there was a door between it and the dogs. Pretty amazing. And I love the dog and tulip photo. That dog has something to say. We can only imagine.
Thanks for aways having something lovely to say, Lisa .
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