our days this last are filled to the delicious brim with -- art and poetry....mail art, ornaments for a Chrimbly* tree in Texas; a mama sifting through her dreams and the wide-eyed wonder of the untarnished as the first snow flies...
what they aren't filled with is photographs because the camera batteries died and i've yet to buy more....
later, perhaps.
~blessings
*the most delectable term - Chrimbly - unashamedly thieved from the equally delectable Earthenwitch....
not that this is going to be a regular thing...i mean, why set myself up for the pressure, right?...but my FEARLESS leader, Connie, hooked me up to this guy (don't tell Bono, but Mr.Franti is my new boyfriend)...
and it's a grey and dreary day here...so who can't use a little sunshine? and eye candy...