Unexpected blooms in the patio garden. I like making my morning inspections. There are new webs to admire, new blossoms, everything glows in the early light.
The Path is going to make her summer debut any day now.
It's Sunday. The air has cooled which means no daytime a/c needed. I love having my windows open to the outside.
Makes my kitchen vantage place seem practically outside. I am RIGHT here cutting & humming.
Wyatt had a dirt massage earlier.
Roll roll roll then UP on the clean tablecloth he goes. I let him. sigh.
One of the mamas from one of my classes sent me this dear photo of her 2 girlies working intently in their little journals. There is something very right about that. Something that makes me feel all smiley inside. Arty dining room table memories in progress.
A 72 year old someone from FTB sent me this journal page.
I am interested in knowing what 72 year olds think. There needs to be more of them telling us. 72 is a foreign country I haven't visited yet, but I'm so curious. If I'm going there someday, I need to get my maps and guidebooks in order now. Maybe we speak the same language. Think the same thoughts.