“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
(365 days 259- 264) These are coming from the week (or two) of migraine. But I don’t think about that when I look at them. It’s funny how a seemingly…
A few first tries thru the viewfinder of my Argus. Need to rethink my contraption a little.
Thanks to everyone who chimed in about how to tackle all my works-in-progress! I have a plan now.I’ve already cleared my work space by blocking 3 knits yesterday. Thanks to…
When I talk about this cardigan I always want to put on an affectation of a southern lady’s voice. I am a southern lady, so this is very affected. It…
(365 Day 91 Photo) Let me whine about my grueling night. We sparred to prepare for testing for 45 minutes then did 20 minutes of push ups and squats as…
I say yes so much more than no. I believe in giving and sacrifice. (365 Day 243) But, I also appreciate boundaries: physical, emotional, and intellectual. Once in a…
