Breakfast in my new Crafts Fair bowl.
I’m Yours (ukulele)
Tomato Soup
It is 2:00 in the afternoon and I have just awakened from my first nap of the day to find that it is snowing big slushy wet flakes. And yes, I said “first nap.” I have been known to enjoy two or three short naps on any given day off. My workdays are spent amongst thirteen dancing, twirling, chattering children in a rush of nearly nonstop noise. Silence is soothing.
Can someone please tell my geraniums that winter is here? I just can’t bear to break the news.
She truly dislikes having her picture taken. I have to sneak photos of her. As soon as she realizes what I am up to — she starts to wiggle.
