Day 31 – Collectables

Day 31 - Collectables

Once again…  Mt. St. Helen’s ash glass.  Shiny.  And that is all I have to say about it.


Day 22 – Circles

Day 22 - Circles

Today is a milestone in my beautiful daughter’s life.  She has officially stepped onto the first rung of the teenage ladder.  It is bittersweet for me, as it is just one more step closer to her adulthood.  But for now, while I have her close, I will continue to guide her, to love her and to appreciate every moment, good or bad.

Happy birthday, to my sweet girl.

Green – Day 3

By the way, green is the assignment today.

By the way, green is the assignment today.

Being Young And Green by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded—

Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!

Day three has been a bit of a challenge for me, time wise; a lot of this and a lot of that and a whole lot of time that just got away from me.  One positive:  I “finally” got my Christmas tree taken down.  3 hours of wrapping ornaments and boxing them up yesterday and today disassembling the tree, wrapping up the branches and winding up the lights.  I love my Christmas tree, but I really love having my front room getting back to normal!

Red – Day One

Here we are at another Day One, months after I said I would never do this again.  And I think this one may be more of a challenge with the additional work I have unwittingly given myself. They say that some are wise and some are otherwise.  I shall reserve my judgment for now…

Tis be Day One - Redfully so!

Tis be Day One – Redfully so!

The Red Dress by Dorothy Parker
I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I’d have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a Summer day,
And there’d be one to see me so
And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town.
Now I am grown to womanhood….
I have the silly gown.