When I was making my tea this morning,
I opened the patio doors.
It was cool, dark and damp. Just like France.
But it is spring in Texas.
I love spring so much and so many of the smells and sights
trigger things in my memory.
I love when that happens.
It is almost a gift from the past, reminding you of a grandparent or
moment from long ago.
OH!
By the way, Molly! thank you for the tea.
I love it and your thoughtfulness.
I have packets of seeds for Matilda.
She will take them home to plant them.
Do you know that Matilda has her own big girl shovel?
(and a tool box)
I DO have a rule about giving my ART away.
But leave it to Larry to bend the rules.
At his request, I am painting a pair of TOM'S for a client.
Have no fear.
I am deciding what I will buy (a new dress or sweater?)
because I painted these shoes for him, for his client.
Payback! It is wonderful.
***
Today is yoga day.
I love yoga day because I spend 1 1/2 hour
in that dreamy place yoga takes you to.
Libby has not eaten her dinner today.
The garbage men are squeaking down the cove.
I am in a rather bad mood but am trying to cover it up with a smile.
I worry about the missing plane, flightMH370.
How on earth could something like that have happened in this day and time?
I would rather stay home and paint than go to yoga today.
(but after yoga I am always so happy to have gone. What's up with that?)
Have a wonderful day...
smile through the rough spots.
Love you.
Me
