Latitudes and Laundry Rooms


I love this picture.
It was taken one Sunday Morning when the skies were dark,
and
Libby Pug posed in acres of Texas Bluebonnets.
It reminds me of Monet,
beautiful summer dresses,
picnics,
patience,
&
love.
***
The flower offered of itself
And eloquently spoke
Of Gods
In languages of rainbows
Perfumes
And secret silence...
~Phillip Pulfrey~
***
Today,
I am alone.
Larry is working in far away Oklahoma City,
and I have many projects to catch up on.
Yesterday's laundry being first on the list.
You know,
I accuse Larry of being OCD, but,
if I do not get laundry complete on Monday,
I almost have an attack of some kind.
It is an over-anxious feeling of missing a deadline.
You have that also, right?
Right?

Love you.
Me

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