…In Between I Drink…
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
… iced coffee.
I can’t pour a cup without hearing the lyrics to Black Coffee in my head, only with “iced” inserted for “black.”
69 degrees, sunshine, light breeze, no school. Please take a moment to check out one of my favorite photo sites- Mortal Muses. My resolution is nestled in the middle (num. 9)…
Don’t you love that point when a color changes? It could be from winter brown to spring green, from green to blooming, or from the stem to the end of…
It’s nice to see that we’re all enjoying bath time in there. (day 29) (my Flickr) The remodel is almost over. I just had to take a picture of this…
This is the more subtle, natural answer to the very shiny, artificial Christmas wreath I made for Christmas. It’s a spring wreath that I made for my grandmother with grapevine…